Hello, one and all. How’s it going for you on this particular January morning? Um, wait, what was that? I’m sorry. I promise you that I’m genuinely interested in your answer. In fact, I’d love nothing more than to focus on your feels. I truly would. It’s just that I’m rather ...
Well, we’re two weeks deep. Whatcha thinking? Yeah, me, too. Meh. For all intents and purposes, as they say. Oh and hey, BT dubs, why do they say that? I mean, if you’ve got to preface a statement with “For all intents and purposes,” are you just assuming a certain level of distrust ...
Quick shout out to the demon with the yellow eyes, venomous fangs and forked tongue moonlighting as a phlebotomist at my local lab. BT dubs, you may want to invest in a more appropriate disguise, er, I mean uniform? I’m thinking a smile and some scrubs might play a little better with the ...
Well, that’s it. It’s all over, done. Terminado. Kaput. Finito. Sigh. You know how, toward the end of “A Christmas Story,” Ralphie laments how the Bumpus Hounds robbed the Parkers not only of Christmas dinner but also so much more after they burst into the kitchen and devoured — or ...
Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah, hey HEYYYYYY, GOODBYE! I challenge you to find a single Homo sapien living on this big round ball who isn’t over the flipping moon that this year is ending. Show of hands? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Zippo. It would be so easy to 2020 all over the ...
You knew it was coming. Well, that is, if you’ve been reading the contents in this space with any consistency over the past ... oh, man, I’ve been blessed to be writing this little blurb for quite a while. How long? I’m pretty old and all ... Uh, lemme think. Let’s see now, Kyle was pretty small when I first pitched this column. Hmm, I don’t know, let’s call it at least a decade and a half? Anyone who frequents this general area of the inside cover of this section with any regularity knows that every year, like clockwork, my pre-Christmas column is an homage to Clement ...
