Being a writer takes purpose, a thick skin, and not least, concentration. To produce pages, I need to tune out the world and stay in the moment, focused on the story and absolutely nothing else. It makes me appreciate my grandmother’s favorite saying: “One thing at a time, and that done well, is a very… Continue reading Do not operate heavy equipment while reading this post
Category: Internet
Retreat from reality
Just when I’d gotten used to constantly reciting my birth date and reminding myself of my fast-advancing age, I get smacked by another warning that my game is in the late innings. And by “smacked,” friends, I mean SMACKED, like going to that fish market where they throw the fish around and catching an Alaskan… Continue reading Retreat from reality
An open letter to Heather
A belated Happy New Year! And how are you? It’s been a while since I heard from you, so I thought it would be a good time to talk about our relationship. This is just a friendly discussion, though if you want to be precise, you could call it an intervention. I do hope we… Continue reading An open letter to Heather
The Instagram life part 2
A few weeks ago I wrote about the perils of living your life on Instagram and becoming a piece of content for others to look at. That idea may have seemed far-fetched, esoteric, or just out of step with the times. After all, even us geezers have online selves, right? Well, at least one person… Continue reading The Instagram life part 2
Recognize this!
Didn’t I warn you? A few posts ago, I got to griping about how intrusive and annoying technology has become, and predicted cars would join the parade and start acting like people. Well, I hate to say I told you so (no, I don’t), but according to a recent article, our SUVs and vans and… Continue reading Recognize this!
Scammer grammar hammer
I’ve found my calling. Since I retired a couple of years back, I’ve been floundering in the shallows of unfulfillment, trying to find purpose in geezerhood. And the market for over-60 male porn stars is a lot smaller than I hoped. But now I’ve found a gig I can do brilliantly. It’ll never dry up… Continue reading Scammer grammar hammer
Hello, it’s me. Seriously.
Hi, this is Dave. It’s really me. No kidding. Honestly, I’m Dave. I’m the real deal, the true article, born smack in the middle of the Boom and raised in Kalamazoo, Michigan (where the city motto is, “Nobody Knows What the Heck It Means Anymore, But Yeah, There’s Still a Kalamazoo”). I’m Dave, the guy… Continue reading Hello, it’s me. Seriously.
Alternative Dave
"A top aide to President Trump said the new White House is using new metrics to assess the size of Trump's inauguration:' alternative facts'" – USA TODAY, January 22, 2017. In the spirit of bipartisanship and cooperation with our new president, I humbly offer these alternative facts about myself: I possess a full head of… Continue reading Alternative Dave
Out to pasture with Uncle Grumpy
Buggy whips. Gas lamps. TVs with rabbit ears. Cars without seatbelts. Rotary phones. Dial-up modems. Pauly Shore. Copy editors. Everything listed above is obsolete, old hat, antediluvian, bygone, timeworn, and generally kaput. Why do I mention “copy editors,” a group of fine hardworking Americans that includes my own self, your obedient language guardian Uncle Grumpy?… Continue reading Out to pasture with Uncle Grumpy
Bun amuck
Women, is your man hard to shop for? And maybe a little short in the style department? Did you swipe right on a sizzling metrosexual dude who turned out to look like Dilbert instead? Want the perfect gift for your guy in this holiday* season? Well, here it is: The clip-on man bun. Take a… Continue reading Bun amuck