Like the back of a Volkswagen?

I can’t stand anything in my coffee except maybe a shot of Sailor Jerry. It’s not a philosophical choice, it’s a some sort of tastebud mandate. Sweet or creamy coffee: yech! And I am kinda a psychopath so there’s some anecdotal confirmation for ya.

Okay, I will admit it: I watched every damn episode of 19 Kids and Counting. I fantasize about rescuing Jana and showing her how amazing the world is. Maybe see some life in those dead eyes...

To me it’s a fundamental betrayal: someone taking advantage of your trust. If you are in a committed relationship, you end one before you start another. If you don’t have the strength to resist temptation until you take care of business and don’t have the guts to get out of the relationship you’re in before you start…

Society functions because of little white lies, and some bigger ones as well. This idea of total honesty is naive. The truth is, it doesn’t matter what you say 90% of the time because no one gives a shit what you think. Even those close to you...they don’t want your opinion, they want your encouragement. Even people…

I’m with you on that. I’m at a point, in my fifties, where I’m trying to understand all the white male privilege issues that assail society. In order to do that, I’m trying to learn to think of people as people, not as white guy, black woman, etc. In that context, “manliness” is a meaningless word.

This is called “having a co-signer.”

I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

I vote for bacon as a verb. “I made some chicken and then I BACONed all over it!” Sounds like a Guy Fieri dish.

Listen, I’m serious here: stop putting shit in my coffee! I feel like one of those people that, whenever the subject of a TV show comes up they manage to make a big deal about how they don’t watch TV at all. When the subject of coffee drinks comes up I sit there silent and try to look interested but the fact is I’ve…

I’m looking forward to reading something that actually gives me permission to ignore my feelings. I’ve been doing it a long time because I don’t find feelings all that constructive most of the time. Most of the time it feels like on the rare occasions I’ve let anyone know what’s going on inside my head they…

I know this is an old post but I just wanted to say that I was surfing around looking for answers on a particular problem and I found them here. The fact that infatuation triggers the same reward response as doing drugs is everything I needed to explain me to myself :) Thanks.

I tried wooden cutting boards. I like them in general and I’m not really all that concerned about bacteria. The problem with wood, for me, is once you cut something stinky on it, like garlic, it’s really hard to get that out, and everything you cut on that board thereafter tastes and smells a little of garlic. I don’t…

Papelbon puts his hands on the throat of a teammate and is left in to finish the game? I despair of the young players like my grandson (who is good!) ever learning any sportsmanship. It’s all winning and money.

I never made it past the first episode of Breaking Bad. Walter in his undies just didn’t set the right tone for me. I guess I need to soldier on and watch the second episode. The only other thing on this list I watched was Sons of Anarchy but I start with the broadcast episodes of Season 2, then after a couple of them…

My head understands what you’re saying but my stomach says, “NO!”

Most of the stuff in the list just feels like evil if someone does it to me, not if I do it to someone else. That’s the extent of the modern day morality I think. Why don’t you talk about learning to kill someone? I think that qualifies as evil and is a fascinating subject: people are pretty easy to kill. Right after…

I’m picturing one of these idiots sitting at his computer screen thinking “my pastor said this was right but it’s been two years and the women are not flocking to my doorstep to comply with crazy whims about their sexuality. What’s wrong with them?”

Garagiola? Yogi and Joe were cut from different ends of the same piece of cloth.

Thursday’s entry though: regretable chowder (moosewood)? I can’t quite read that.