Author: John

I’m Defective

There are Twitter memes that work their way around…#randomfactsaboutme #100factsaboutme #ttymomnkab (ten things you may or may not know about me), and I’ve somehow managed to avoid all of them. Well, except for #moobie / #boobiewed because, let’s face it, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. I love reading these from other people, but despite… Continue reading I’m Defective

Stream of Consciousness: A long week

It’s been a long week. I caught myself thinking I really can’t wait to get through today when I thought back on Chrissarella’s words . . . weekends are always too fast, so don’t try to speed through the week. Because, soon enough, you’ll be sitting in a room by yourself, eating pudding, talking about… Continue reading Stream of Consciousness: A long week

Throwback Thursday: When I admit that I was an asshole

Not long ago, in detailing the roots of Inappropriate Church Tweets, I mentioned Rita. There have certainly been people in my past that I wish I had acted differently with, relationships that didn’t turn out the way that I would have liked. In almost every one of these memories, things didn’t turn out optimally because… Continue reading Throwback Thursday: When I admit that I was an asshole

Percy visits to talk about boobs

Traffic here has increased, dramatically, over the past two days. While I’ve written three posts in that same time, none of them have had much to do with snark or my general pervishness. In all honesty, I cannot tell you how much I’ve appreciated the comments over the past couple of days. The congratulations from… Continue reading Percy visits to talk about boobs

As the train approached

I was certain he had a family. As the train approached, I saw his face. I recognized him. Normally, he worked the morning shift, speaking his “good morning” and dictating the next stop in that heavy West African accent of his. You know, that type of accent that you can’t help but smile and relax… Continue reading As the train approached

The Gettysburg Marathon

Well, I ran the marathon. Twenty-four hours ago, I was on the streets of Gettysburg, pounding pavement . . . that pavement pounding is still with me, in the form of very sore legs, but, honestly, I’m feeling good. While I said that I just wanted to finish, that was a little bit of a… Continue reading The Gettysburg Marathon

On the death of Osama bin Laden

There’s so much that I want to write about – a whirlwind weekend where I saw a dear friend get married, said “goodbye” to a wonderful woman who I barely knew (yet wish I knew more), kicked my ass a million different ways in completing my second marathon, but I want to write on death… Continue reading On the death of Osama bin Laden

An Ode

The anticipation is like nothing else. Just the thought will put my mind on nothing else. I become focused – I must have. Nothing else will do. I need to hold, to touch. I need the feeling against my fingers. My breathing becomes faster, but shallower. My heart rate quickens. My eyes won’t focus. I… Continue reading An Ode

Pep-Talk Tuesday: Staring Down a Marathon

I actually don’t need much of a pep talk right now, but since I’m writing about an upcoming event and what I’m doing, physically, there might be some who get all inspired-like, and it’s Tuesday, so we’ll go with that kind of a post. I’m firmly in the “taper period” prior to the Sunday marathon.… Continue reading Pep-Talk Tuesday: Staring Down a Marathon