Outside of my recent post about Facebook quizzes I haven’t been writing here very much lately. There are a couple of drafts still sitting around, one that’s a work in progress and another that needs more time to expire before I can finish it, but for the most part I’ve been held back by my… Continue reading September 12, 2014
Author: popcornjack
September 10, 2014
My friend Chris put me up to the ten book challenge. It was just that. At first I thought I wouldn’t think of ten, and then I realized I was quickly running out of slots. These are the ten. Ask me next week and maybe there would be some changes. They really aren’t in any… Continue reading September 10, 2014
September 8, 2014
I was making breakfast the other morning when my sister in law came through the kitchen on her way to work. (I keep slightly different hours than most everyone else in the house.) We got talking about the ubiquitous quizzes that are on Facebook-which superhero are you, where should you live, what color are your… Continue reading September 8, 2014
August 12, 2014
Eight years ago I wrote a paragraph that I have kept with me all these years. I think about it from time to time, and go back to read it every so often. Yesterday, after hearing about Robin Williams, I went back and read it again. It’s about depression, and the moment I finally understood… Continue reading August 12, 2014
August 1, 2014
I’d like to blame the strange habit I have of forgetting things on the onset of middle age. A friend of mine casually pointed out to me that I have slipped into this realm after I mentioned stopping at pretty much every rest area between Northern New Jersey and Washington, DC. I tried to blame… Continue reading August 1, 2014
July 27, 2014
There’s an elderly lady that lives on a hill, and there is a torrential rain falling. A person in a Jeep drives up and says “The river is flooding. Come with me so I can bring you to safety.” The woman replies “I am waiting on the Lord to save me.” The person drives away.… Continue reading July 27, 2014
July 23, 2014
I go to the library like I go to the grocery store: with a vague idea of what it is that I actually am looking for and the notion that I really shouldn’t be doing this on an empty stomach. I’m not sure what the literary equivalent of an empty stomach is, but in both… Continue reading July 23, 2014
July 18, 2014
It had never made sense to him. It hadn’t back then, the first time he saw it, and it didn’t now. If it had at any point in between, he wouldn’t know. He hadn’t even thought about it save for those two times. The first was thirty eight years ago, when he and his wife… Continue reading July 18, 2014
July 12, 2014
I find it interesting that, when writing an article, a reporter is required to point out any possible conflict on interests but does not have to name their sources. In other words, if you were reading an article in Time magazine about some sort of shenanigans going on at Warner Bros. studio, the reporter would… Continue reading July 12, 2014
July 9, 2014
The guy that is in training with me at my new job reminds me of someone. The problem is I can’t remember who; however this may not be a case where it is totally my fault because I think he actually reminds me of two people. Specifically I think he looks like someone I know… Continue reading July 9, 2014