It’s mostly cloudy with a chance of rain… and so am I. A late season cold front is on the move – gifting us with one more shot at postcard weather. “Cold” front may be a little too generous; it may be more of a “not so damn hot” front. I’ve used this space to profess my love of rainy days, but I wish it’d go ahead and rain already.
It’s…
I was surprised, but not in a good way, to hear that some conservatives might play the gay card again this election season. I am angry about this development on so many different levels, I don’t quite know where to begin, but I’m just cynical enough to fear it might work.
I’m angry because for most of us, it is a small issue. For myself and for the heterosexual masses out there…
In the twelve or so years that I’ve been paying attention, the Florida Legislature has not once increased the reimbursement rates for travel related expenses (of state employees, on state business). That is, until this year. One of the biggest increases is the reimbursement for meals – which doubled (Senate Bill 428, Govenor’s signature pending). Coincidentally, this is the year…
According to the U.S. Department of Energy (http://tonto.eia.doe.gov/oog/info/gdu/gasdiesel.asp), gasoline prices for the U.S. Gulf Coast were an average of $2.81 per gallon (as of May 8, 2006).
If I were to resume my bicycle commute program, and if gas prices were to remain stable (at this cost), the savings to our household would be an average of $15.12 per week, $65.54 per month, or $786.45 per…
Imagine you were sitting at work with little to do, knowing all the while that you had a TON of stuff to do at home. Geese-a-Louise! It’s enough to make a grown man weep.
Speaking of weeping, can you believe The West Wing ends this Sunday? It is (was) a show on TV that gives (gave) me optimism… and not just because it portrays (portrayed) a Democrat in the White House. Whether it was…
There have been whole days that I don’t think about this site. Hard to believe, eh? When I do, I sometimes consider putting it out of its misery. Lately I’ve been hanging out with my creativity at the bottom of a deep, dark, depressing, and very dry well. If that isn’t enough to turn me from writing, I don’t know what is.
Don’t worry, I don’t give up that…
Stop reading right now. There’s no reason to read this, unless you really hate yourself. You’ve been warned.
If you lookup “self destructive behavior” you will find a blank staring picture of me. It’s the look I assume after staying up half the night staring into oblivion, avoiding the sleep that will deliver me all too quickly to the horrifying place you know as…
(This entry was conceived and written a couple of weeks ago, but not posted until now.)
I’ve been in this funk for the last 34 years or so… and I don’t mean I’ve been surrounded by the stink of tobacco (I had to dig deep into my dictionary for that one). Who knows, maybe tomorrow will be merely mediocre.
What’s the reason for my blue mood? It’s hard to talk…