It seems counter-intuitive to test for a respiratory illness via the outpipe, but it makes sense from a certain point of view.
Life Is Better With Hobbies
While attempting to survive the demise of Western Civilization, there’s no reason not to keep busy.
Loss, Second Lives, and a Soft Retirement
It’s been a long two-weeks to flatten the curve. Honestly, it feels a lot more like seven months (but who’s counting?). Cases are up. It’s amusing how the media are fixated on the total cases. They’re always growing! Yeah. Cumulative lists are like that, you idiots! But if you look just a little harder, you might discover that little percentage number that even the Health Department seems reluctant to highlight. That’s the number of recovered …
Numb and Number: My Weed Experience
I had weed for the first time. This is the story of my weed experience. A month before, The Missus and I went to a wedding. At the reception there was a Weed Bar. I didn’t partake, but later they handed out some two-inch square Cannabis brownies/caramels. I saved one and brought it home for later. I was talking to a Marijuana frequent flyer (Frequent Higher?). He told me that since I’d never had pot …
Covid-19 and Worst Case Scenarios
I was listening to the radio the other day and whoever I was listening to (I can’t remember who) said his wife had tested positive for the Kung Flu. His sidekick asked how she was doing and the guy said something to the effect that “I’m not sure, but I have started dating again…”. I thought it was funny, so I stole the concept for a new Open Mike comic. Stealing concepts has a glorious …
Hipster Boys
Hipster boys with heavy beards, appear like 19th Century pioneers. You’ll never see them cut a tree. You’ll never see them sail the sea. You’ll never see them hitch a plow. They’re hipster boys: They don’t know how. They aren’t sea captains, or lumberjacks, Amish farmers, or Yiddish hacks. Not terrorists or biker dudes. Just hipster boys with attitudes. For what real men can do without, Hipster boys will scream and shout. Video games and …
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace My Racism
This story is completely true. It was the first softball game of the County Summer Co-ed Rec League. I was a bit late to the ball park, and most everyone was already there. Some were sitting on the bench putting on cleats. Others were in the outfield stretching and warming up. The late afternoon sun cast everything in a yellow golden hue, and warmed my back and legs as I approached the field. When I …
Old Man’s Friend
My Father’s Day recollection of a conversation with Dad.
The Murtaugh Effect
A brief encounter in a design studio somewhere in America.
Open Mike on Puppies
I created Open Mike as an alternative to me boring audiences at local comedy clubs.