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First Rule of "Hate" Club

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When you put yourself “out there” in any capacity – be it in business, politics, or your own beautifully unique personality – you will undoubtedly acquire both “fans” and “foes”.
When I say “fans”, I don’t mean people who pass out when you pick up a guitar. I describe “fans” as friendly voices who enjoy what you say and do most of the time, or at least have a respect for what you do and how you do it.Fans include those who will participate in the conversation and, while they needn’t agree with you 100% of the time, when they do challenge you, they do so in a respectful, intelligent and/or playful way.
A foe, on the other hand, is not that. Foes are invariably insecure about some aspect of themselves, and therefore wear their jealousy in the form of hateful, spiteful commentary, and/or general assholery.You know who I’m talking about.Foes will make every effort to get a leg up by knocking you down and using your head as stepstool.
I speak from experience when I say, fans are a lot mor…

I Will Hug Him and Squeeze Him...

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My new favorite pastime is checking my security cams upon waking to see what kind/slash/how many wild animals visited my deck under the cover of darkness.  It’s my own personal version of, “While You Were Sleeping”.
Surprisingly, Tycoon the Raccoon has been visiting EVERY NIGHT since he trashed the place a couple of weeks ago.  Hasn't missed a one. 
Last night, however, something different happened.  He brought a friend.  Don’t get excited.  It was a fellow raccoon, not a bear or a billy goat or anything crazy
I’ve been getting a lot of sound advice, which includes enrolling Tycoon in the “raccoon relocation program” or doing something even more severe to discourage his nocturnal meandering so close to my fuzzy slippers (to which he bears a striking resemblance, ironically). 
Unfortunately — or fortunately, depending on how well you happen to fit in a trap — I have a gene that makes me fall in love will all things furry or feathered.  (Thought bubble:  No, wait, because I would l…

Undeep Thoughts -- Eavesdropping

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I'm on a diet. And since I don't shop, I'm sitting at one of my favorite Italian restaurants where the head waiter greets me with a double-cheek kiss, and I return the sentiment by nodding politely when I can't understand a single word he says. No matter though. I'm here waiting for someone else to throw arugula in a bowl and make it taste better than when I throw it in a bowl. Don't ask me to explain it. It just is. So while I wait, I'm eavesdropping on these two dude's conversation about Bill Gates and the news that he's on track to become the "world's first trillionaire" and is complaining because can't gift away enough of his money. PS, they're tipsy, and asking Siri stupid questions ("hey Siri, what channel is the Yankee game on?" like that kinda stupid) while trying to flirt with the young bartender. She's nice enough - or perhaps smart enough- to let them believe (briefly) that they are as hilarious as the…