Random stacks of paragraphs about being bloated, de-carbonated and probioticated

Ugh. Doc says avoid carbonation. Try probiotic. Been bloated, water retention. Grr. Favorite thing: Pop. Drink too much? Of course. Still. I want. Had one today. Rest was iced tea. Yeah. Yeah. I know. Drink water. I do. I drink a gallon of it when I go to the gym. An actual gallon. And I’mContinue reading “Random stacks of paragraphs about being bloated, de-carbonated and probioticated”

More meandering babble about football, depression and ‘Rick and Morty’

Sunday football. Bears off. Patriots lost. Rams and Seahawks the night game. No skin. Except … Pete Carroll. Strong distaste for him. Coached USC program rife with corruption. Reggie Bush has to give back Heisman. Carroll goes to NFL to make millions. This is humanity. It is not a question of if we are beingContinue reading “More meandering babble about football, depression and ‘Rick and Morty’”

There is no moral at the end of this story

Not much to say lately. I haven’t felt well. Gut stuff. Leave it at that. Slight fever, not worrisome. Brain stuff is so-so. Change of seasons and daylight decline never used to bother me. It does now. Can’t say way. One more indignity of age. Edgy is the primary status update. Everything is extra. Sensitive.Continue reading “There is no moral at the end of this story”

A post about feeling insecure, jealous and other unpleasant things that embarrass me but are also honest reflections of part of my inner life

Went to therapy Tuesday. Day early. Doc had a thing on our usual day, Wednesday. Topics: Temper, insecurity, self-loathing and jealousy. Insecurity and self-loathing are partners in crime, I think. I don’t feel confident in most things. Maybe stacking paragraphs. But that waivers. The hardest part of the new world of journalism is you getContinue reading “A post about feeling insecure, jealous and other unpleasant things that embarrass me but are also honest reflections of part of my inner life”

That totally cliche annual post about things I'm thankful for, most of which are pretty obvious but need to be said and a few are attempts at being insightful even if it doesn't really out that way

Am I really gonna do this? I’m a gonna write that hackey, played-out “30 days of Thanks” Thanksgiving blog post that wore out its welcome with saccerine sap a decade ago? You bet your cornucopia centerpiece stuffed with warty gourds I am. Because why not? It’s 7:27 p.m. on Thanksgiving Day. I’m literally the onlyContinue reading “That totally cliche annual post about things I'm thankful for, most of which are pretty obvious but need to be said and a few are attempts at being insightful even if it doesn't really out that way”

Let’s talk movies, comic books and other things people don’t read because it’s not about my angst and suffering (and a little bit of angst and suffering at the end)

Movie: “Knives Out.” Outstanding. Little faith in director Rian Johnson after horrible “Last Jedi” movie. Yeah. I know. Fashionable to say it’s the best “Star Wars” movie. Highbrows say “Last Jedi” inverts the premise, tries new things. Shows the flaws in characters. Other film school babble. I say nobody goes to a “Star Wars” movieContinue reading “Let’s talk movies, comic books and other things people don’t read because it’s not about my angst and suffering (and a little bit of angst and suffering at the end)”

Untitled post about swollen legs, angst and ‘Rick and Morty;’ Also probably another Mr. Rogers reference just because

Sunday, swollen Sunday. Woke up. Legs looked like Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade balloons. Water retention at maximum. WTF? Feet hurt. Short of breath. Struggled. Sigh. Got up. Put on pro football. Lord the Chicago Bears are hard to watch. Even when they win, it feels like they lost. Cowboys at Patriots. Love Tom Brady justContinue reading “Untitled post about swollen legs, angst and ‘Rick and Morty;’ Also probably another Mr. Rogers reference just because”

Go see ‘A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood’ at once

Mister Rogers movie: “A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood.” See it. At once. Stop. Read no further. Go. I promise you whatever burdens you carry will be easier to bear once you see this film. This is not a movie about being kind. This is a movie about the power of kindness. The effort ofContinue reading “Go see ‘A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood’ at once”

Too fat to live, too lazy to die

Grunt. Heave. Moan. Groan. Shuffle. Collapse. Breath. Sweat. Repeat. Pain radiates across back. Simple exercises stymied. Deadlift. 75 pounds. Standing ring rows. Step up and balance. Walk. Made two rounds. Tried to grind. Failed. “What hurts?” Nate asks. Back. Low. Pain radiates out from spin like signals from a TV tower. “What movement hurts worst?”Continue reading “Too fat to live, too lazy to die”

Writer’s Constipation

Edgy. Mood of the day for Wednesday. Mid-day madness of moment: Texts, emails and calls attack at once. Started to lose composure. Muted text alerts. Muted computer sound. Tried to focus. Seems like this used to be easier. More distractions? Probably. Definitely. Feel old. Words come harder. Speed fades. Used to write a story inContinue reading “Writer’s Constipation”

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