You know you’re getting old when you pass 20-somethings in the street and get paternal impulses. MY DUDE, WHERE IS YOUR JACKET? Did you leave the house wearing only a flannel shirt?
[Update — sorry for any repeat posts, guys. It’s a WordPress glitch — not mine.]
I walked for 5 miles EXACTLY tonight, according to Google Fit.
Law of Infinite Probabilities and all that.
I have NO idea if I am using that term correctly.
Ours is not to reason why; ours is but to eat the fries*.
*Or tater tots.
Seriously, though, I need to start watching my cholesterol or whatever.
Christmas 2023.
I try to resist the urge to post memes on what is supposed to be a blog about writing, but this is just too cool.
right I probably shouldn’t even be allowed near a stove
because consequences
Update — since concerned people are querying me, please let me assure you that everything is okay. Some steam was mean to me, but I am fine.
Stupid stove. Stupid pasta. Stupid laws of thermophysics.
I almost said “Sorry for the funky music,” but they keep saying “Play that” and I am indeed a white boy.
I actually wanted to remove audio entirely from this video, but I can’t figure out how to do that with Youtube. (Damn it, Jim. I’m a poet, not a video editor.)
Snacks + accident = snacksident.
Why did I inhale those peanut butter M&M’s? It was a SNACKSIDENT.
Photo credit: Famartin, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
Today’s portmanteau:
Slacker + academic = Slackademic.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 