Someone told me once that life begins at 40. For me, that should have been at 39 and 126 days. A year ago today Julie and I got married right after a military vet and[…]
Author: phill
Day 125: The Legacy of Boba Fett
The image above is the Boba Fett Disney Infinity figure Julie bought for me on Wal-Mart super clearance. $3 if you want to cop one and join the cool people. I love Boba Fett. Many[…]
Day 124: About those micro-aggressions…
Saw this today. Given, I don’t know the context beyond what the article offers, but I doubt there’s a way this was okay. It feels like some sort of sleazy attack on a student paired[…]
Day 123: The Scars Remind Us That the Past is Real
I promised myself when I started blogging again that I’d be honest and share things the way I would have before I got scared away from blogging, so today’s post is one of those moments.[…]
Day 122: Is this just fantasy?
Okay, read this. If you’re not into weird political-speak and don’t follow how the CBO works and all that, here’s the simple reduction: A bunch of people will lose their insurance, but we’d save around[…]
Day 121: Is this the real life?
Someone blew up an Ariana Grande concert. That’s terrible, and it makes it abundantly clear that we’re not safe anywhere, if a teeny-bopper concert can be infiltrated by a bomber. But that’s not the primary[…]
Day 120: How Things Change (for the better)
Last night at the WWE pay-per-view, this guy won the WWE championship: from here. His name is Jinder Mahal. His real name is Yuvraj Singh “Raj” Dhesi, and he’s Indian via Canada. He is meant to[…]
Day 119: Like Suicide
I used to have a friend named Ben. He’s lost in time, one of the people who I lost track of when high school ended. But one day, circa 1994, I was sitting in the[…]
Day 118: Old Reflections on soundtracks
I found this old piece on one of the blogs I deleted. Here it is, then I’m going to do it again. –OLD– Again, in no particular order. 15 songs that could be the soundtrack to[…]
Day 117: The Fare went up to 100 dollars and we can never go home again
A long time ago– I think it was even before I started blogging again, so it might have been an overgrown Facebook post– I wrote about the sentiment of “going home.” They say you can[…]
