I was having lunch with a bunch of 30-something people I work with. After a couple of minutes, it occurred to me I have practically nothing in common with any of them. So, I mostly just sat, listened, and thought to myself, “been there, done that”. Which was a good
My wife and I have an inside joke. I’ll do some project for her and ask her if she’s satisfied with the results. She’ll say, “It’s fine.” To which I’ll reply, “Fine is what I aspire to be.” I admit, it’s not a great joke, but it amuses us. Because
I have a Twitter account. I never use it, but I have one. And about once a week or so, I receive an email from Twitter telling me about things they think I should know about. A couple of articles ago, I talked about how there was a tweet saying,
Sigmund Freud made a living out of telling people that everything is a phallic symbol. In other words, Freud used to say that everything looked like a dick. So, everyone expected him to make a big deal out of cigars looking…well…dick-like. Add the fact that a cigar is something people
I was at a grocery store last week. My wife and I had made a bet about whether or not the bag of groceries we were buying was going to cost more or less than $100. She took the under and I took the over. While checking out, I started