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  • Lady, You Might Have A Drinking Problem.

    Lady, You Might Have A Drinking Problem.

    Wine flies when you’re having fun. In dog wine, I’ve only had two glasses. Keep calm and pour on. Booze is the answer, but I can’t remember the question. Not cute. You might want to start analyzing yourself and what it is that you’re doing to your body, mind, and life, because it’s not cute. …

  • I Got Dem Ol’ Half-Marathon Blues, Mama!

    I Got Dem Ol’ Half-Marathon Blues, Mama!

    [Header pic: very old, but the only appropriate one I could find] …and by that, I mean I couldn’t complete the half-marathon I wanted to tackle on May 5.  Not even “couldn’t complete” it; I didn’t even do it.  A goal that I had set for myself one year prior was decimated thanks to a…

  • Some Sobering Thoughts About Addiction, Matthew Perry, and Gawd

    Some Sobering Thoughts About Addiction, Matthew Perry, and Gawd

    I recently had a conversation with one of my closest friends that found us jumping to the topic of rehabs, recovery houses, and somehow, Matthew Perry.   I have never–not even once–seen a full episode of “Friends,” though I have been the victim of clips here and there.  Nothing about that show seemed appealing, witty, intelligent,…

  • Marching through Canada’s shame.

    Marching through Canada’s shame.

    It’s not dangerous, really.  It’s not the sort of place you want to go–and, in fact, should be avoided as much as possible–but you’re not really at much risk.  If anything violent does happen to an innocent pedestrian or local employee, it’s news-worthy: it’ll be reported endlessly by the six o’clock talking heads, or plastered…

  • Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on

    Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on

    Let’s get it out of the way: yes.  That is a very close-up picture of my right butt cheek, nearly two weeks after it landed with a most painful THWONK onto solid ice.  I tried to make the pic as bruise-centric as possible and not make it–y’know–a gratuitous picture of my ass.  It’s to show…

  • wealth and hellness (second part)

    wealth and hellness (second part)

    I have been keeping a journal (it just sounds more grown-up than “a diary”) since I was thirteen years old and have hung onto every last one of them, so naturally, this means that I have two giant suitcases crammed with various scrawled-in notebooks, ranging from cheap spiral-rings to fancy hardcover composition books I felt…

  • wealth and hellness (first part)

    wealth and hellness (first part)

    While I was briefly recalling COVID the other day, a lot of weird memories came back to me.**  I find this particularly odd, because I didn’t think I really had any memories of that first year and a half (March 2020 – fall 2021, the latter time being when I made some major adjustments to…