Years ago, more than I want to count back, I was a newbie to the ‘net. One of the early things I learned about was search engines. I think I started out with something called “Alta Vista”, (not positive; it’s been a while), and there was another with a one-time rather large browser and e-mail service I can no longer remember, (not Yahoo!). Quite honestly, I learned about…

Saturday, November 26^th, 2011, 4:04 a.m. … Wrapped up what was, in my mind, the prior day’s business and hit the bed. I always turn on the fan atop my portable sock stand so it’ll blow on me when I’m sleeping, all snug under a sheet and two blankets. Prayed I’d fall asleep quickly for an enjoyable night’s rest with no pain, no problems, no disabilities. Gone in 60…

Reactions to what I have to say in this post will vary. Many of you won’t give the north end of a southbound rat about this news, a few will shoot a victory fist over their heads. It’s safe to say the majority will be in between.

Put me in the raised fist category. I learned something today I call the answer to a prayer. This one is for someone else,…

The very last comment at the bottom of the 4^th page of what you’ll see by clicking this link might be something you find upsetting and also agree with. Well, wait. If you wouldn’t mind being without a home for almost nine years, seeing illegals come in, show a bunch of…

… you also need to listen to it yourself.

That one jumped up and bit me today.

A friend of mine has had some rather enormous problems recently. She also suffers from a form of bipolarity and really, really doesn’t like crowds unless they consist of longstanding friends. Even then, small numbers…

When I was a kid it meant no school, (only that day), plus a monster meal. Mom made a turkey, mashed potatoes, yams, some sort of vegetable I always made sure I never got more than a spoon of on my plate, and pies. The pumpkin pie was near the bottom of my list but, ‘tween Mom and Grandma, they’d cover my favorites, blueberry and rhubarb. Someone always…

Up and down. Back and forth. In and out.

No, I’m not describing a man and woman having sex. Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about perception and perspective. Positioning. The old “where are we now” thing.

Maybe “where am I now” is more accurate. It concerns that ” being dead”…

This came in the mail from someone who looked at the blog, then downloaded How to Live Homeless, Not Helpless: The Survival & Recovery Guide, the “how-to” I wrote about being homeless. It’s available free. Either click that link if a pdf will do, or…

Damn me! Damn me and anyone else who wants to be damned on my check!

That’s a slightly modified version of one of my faux Grandpa’s more memorable sayings. I no longer use the “g-d” version, but I’m sure you get the point. That’s something Bob McGeorge, said faux Grandpa, used in order to berate himself whenever he…

I’ll bet when you read those words your first thoughts darted to your boss, employer, the next step up in your chain of command. Or your spouse, perhaps. Maybe an older relative such as a parent, grandparent, even a crazy old aunt who managed to get out of the basement and is now driving you batty.

In my case it’s a guy I’ve worked for a…

Long, long ago, in a faraway place called Michigan, where they continuously elect Democrats and wonder why the state remains on the verge of bankruptcy, I wanted to do my part in the community. Help others. Make a contribution. Freshly out of a divorce in 1982 from a woman who breathed fire, I hooked up with the “…

In theory, we use an anesthetic to avoid suffering the pain of a medical procedure. When I had that malignant tumor removed from my lower back, we discussed two scenarios, plus the mandatory part. Of course, that’s where they had to mention I might leave the table with…

It’s hard telling who deserves first place in this stupidity contest, the morons who go into the ocean, (especially within days of someone sighting a great white shark), or the yum-yums in the woods of Alaska and Canada. There’s been a spate of people killed recently by grizzly bears. Worse, they all know, (or should, if they’re dumb enough to be in deep forest ranges), the…

This came in as an e-mail today using the CONTACT heading on the blog. Apparently the writer read “How To Live Homeless, Not Helpless: The Survival & Recovery Guide“. Not only is it much longer than most…

It’s funny how the smallest, most distant, least connected things can get a guy thinking about old ideas, plans long abandoned, forsaken crusades and hopeless tactics of days gone by.

Later this afternoon I’ll finish the editing on CC Ryder, Seeing Justice…

Who farted?

How many of us have asked that question? Maybe cringed when we heard it, since we knew only too well whom was the violator? Growled those words angrily?

It’s a question where we always know part, perhaps all, the answer. If guilty, we then need to decide…

Got a call from a friend last night who’d been forcibly relocated. Instead of being where she is normally, she’d been moved to a place called Deepshit, Anywhere. She was stuck in what many people would refer to as “a major jam”.

Like so many of us, she’s…

It seems the blog has now expanded a bit on what is, in some respects, a lateral basis. I’ve fortunately amassed a list of FaceBook friends numbering 327 at the date I write this post, November 11^th, 2011. Good people, all, and I’m very pleased to have made the connections.

One point of pride is the large number of…

This idea first came to me as a play on words. A…

Your names came up today in a conversation I had with my buddy Alex. It should come as no surprise to any blog reader by now to hear Alex has more smarts than a freshly spanked butt. Even if he may have no farming talent, as the old expression  goes, “that guy sure does know his potatoes”.

That’s where we got into discussing…