so what. so f’ing what.


If I [do | don't] then <name> will think I’m a dirtbag. – SO WHAT.

Try this: check your reasons for what it is you choose to do or not to do against asking SO WHAT at least 3 times and be honest about your answers.

I’ll bet that almost always, a fear-based SO WHAT sacrifices something you hold dear for no good reason at all.  Let’s try this out, and I’ll make it personal and be fair.

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the saab effect


Years ago, I read a great description of the Saab vehicle design flaw:  the reviewer put it so nicely, saying “basically, the Saab looks like it can’t get out of its own way.”

Most problems people have is simply that:  they can’t get out of their own damned way.  Even when it takes extreme contortions of facts into fascinating fairy tales.  I’ve noticed that people who are “frustrated” with life almost always are the exact and only thing standing in their own way, inflicting their own pains, and spinning outlandish stories about why they cannot get past … themselves.

That is all.  Last post of the day.

P.S.  Been waiting until I had my contacts in my eyes so I could more easily use my laptop at a comfortable distance from my face. :)  Let the bifocal jokes fly!

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cassandra, curvature, and ultimate power trips


So, aside from hating the 2014 Internet, a few things have been buzzing around my brain the past couple of weeks. And, this is why I pay WordPress: to get them out of my head by writing them out.  Here goes… Continue reading

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the 5% for facebook


Here it is.  The quatifiable cost to ME of having Creepy Uncle Facebook on my smartphone: 5% of my battery power every hour.  That is how much MORE battery I have per hour after disabling the built-in app on my droid.  That 5% represents how many cycles of processors, how much memory, and how much data sent on *MY* data plan by using *MY* equipment that *I* purchased?

TANSTAAFL – There Ain’t No Such Thing As A Free Lunch.

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Creepy Uncle Facebook


Every (basically) demonic horror flick has two moments that are critical to the story.  First, the demon becomes known to the viewer.  Second, we are treated to the “aha!” moment when the secret is revealed within the story.  Between these two moments is the tension we love.  The anticipation of what will happen next when the Truth comes to light.  Will it be too late for our hero?  et cetera.  Enter: Facebook.  Stage, obvious.

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So It Really Is All About Sex Then, Rod?

Originally posted on The Dish:

The compulsively readable and admirably honest blogger, Rod Dreher, had an epiphany the other day. He was trying to define what he means by “traditional Christianity.” And what he means by the term is the following:

It seems to me that “traditional Christian” is political code for “Christians who adhere to traditional teaching about sex and sexuality.”

That is a really striking statement – though not one that exactly comes as a surprise to those familiar with Rod’s evolution over the years. It’s striking because it doesn’t actually concern itself with doctrine, the critical content of a faith tradition, like, say, the Resurrection of Jesus or the doctrine of the Trinity. It is not about a literal reading of Scripture as the only avenue to truth; it is not about whether doctrine can evolve; it is not about a belief in a personal, intervening God as opposed to a…

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19890109 – 09 JAN 1989

This one found and posted just for The Colin.  Enjoy, my old friend :)

Say Dee,

It’s Monday (damn!) and I am at lunch right now. Pretty bored, that is. You see, I still do not own a car. That makes it
quite difficult to get out for lunch. Therefore, I eat a packed (by me) lunch. I’ve gotten really good at packing lots of shit
into one well-balanced meal each day. Anyway, I ought to tell you a little about the sort of holidays I had.
It was a total blast! It began rather auspiciously in Austin. Friday night before Christmas Eve, I met Colin at the bus Continue reading

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