At one of the offices I visit for work, there are these filing cabinets, which have stood ajar for close to a year. Handwritten signs forbid closing them. I close inspection shows that the keys are in the locks. I can't figure out why they need to stay open. If I were an employee there, I would be bitchy about how trashy it all looks, but as a contractor, I don't feel like it represents me in any way.

A thought I had about the days in the Easter season, plus one of those observations that kids make.

Twofer post: a little scene that played out and confused me, plus a little contest that I thought of regarding band names.

Someone pulled off a good one on the whole skinnyonbenny family, and we don't even know who did it.

Perhaps today marks the end of a free press, the end of US participation in NATO, and open season for pussy grabbing. But then again, maybe it won't be quite that bad. Here are some reasons to be happy about where we are.

The Louisiana Marathon — or as it's officially known in my skull, the Louisiana Marathon of Mimosa Consumption — was Sunday. I got up early and hauled a small tailgate party's worth of chairs, tables, and music out into the driveway so that I could collapse exhaustedly into my chair and nurse my breakfast alcohol as healthy people who had already run 23 miles (23!) that morning passed.

On Christmas morning, I went in for my morning deuce, and found that there was about three squares of toilet paper left on the roll. I had been in both of the other bathrooms the day before, and I knew that this was the extent of toilet paper in our house.

A one-liner, passing thought on some modern technologies

I hate to break it to you, but you have to keep hanging that shit forever. Look at all the shitty Christmas decorations I put on the tree this year.

A couple of weeks ago, I somehow picked up a bit of a ringworm on my right calf. It sounds like I'm a filthy animal, and I am, but it's just a skin fungus that's easily treated.

It's been like a year and a half since I got photos posted to this web site in any sort of manner that is timely enough to share. Until now. We kicked off spooky weekend number one with a visit to a "haunted corn maze" out in the middle of nowhere. It ended up being a really big corn maze that I suspect looked very little like its map picture:

A short conversation, and despite the title, this one is not for the kids.