Things that suck 

In case you haven’t felt 

Your age lately 

Grab on to your cane 

There are grandparents who identify as 90s kids 

There are parents who were born in the year 2000 

You may not be able to tell a kid about a time without electricity,but you can tell them about a time before everyone had access to the internet. 

they will consider you old for this 

A kid born in 2000 will never have trouble remembering their age-if they do,punch them for it. 

Any music earlier than 2009 is old to any teenager today. 

Drunk sex.

Writer’s friend Arthur, 

As in  Arthritis.


Running out of sponges 

Wanting bacon but not wanting to clean up the kitchen after 




Rejection letters

Things that don’t suck….

Sober sex.



Writing a pro\con list without involving world news or politics. 







(How to properly take a bath. For anyone born after 2000.  Take shower. Make sure you’re clean. Run hot bath with bath salts and lavender. Light candles. Bring a book, podcast, or your naked wife into bath with you.

P.S. if your phone is plugged into charger do NOT bring it into bath you WILL DIE.)



Random makeout sessions 

My wife in high heels 

My wife in anything 

My wife in nothing 


Post cards 

Ink pens 

Old typewriters 

Hard sole shoes 

Hot chocolate 




Goofie socks 



The Beach 

Handwritten letters 


Book stores 



Sci Fi and other things 

It’s important to note. Blade Runner 2 just dropped it’s trailer. Which is a different film than Blade. This trailer is spine tingling and everything you hoped it would be. For perspective (those of you born in the years 2000-2001)  I have prepared some rare photos made not rare because of the internet.

You know, that thing you’ve never been without. No not your phone. Not Facebook either or snapchat. Or your watch. It is the thing that gives you fb and everything else. Well, it used to be separated from your phone. Kind of like an iPad or a surface. Only you had to dial into it and take a shower waiting for it to connect. Hopefully by coffee, you had checked your email. No that’s not a fashion box add in your newsfeed. That’s Harrison Ford. 

Ridley Scott being Ridley Scott 

We’ve been waiting for so long. Feeding on rumours of a sequel to Blade Runner. Again,different than Blade. 

How long have we been waiting? 

35 years

1982 was a few minutes ago

And Harrison Ford and Ridley Scott were a lot younger then. 

Frankly, I’m just grateful  they’re still with us for this moment. 

I know it’s sci fi but it opened the doors for so many other stories 

And I started writing like crazy after watching this film. 

So I had to write about the sequel 

Even if it’s a let down at least we finally got it. 

And people can say the original sucked and it was confusing like a riddle inside an enigma or an idea that wasn’t finished. Or how did they actually pitch this idea and they didn’t really like it.

To all of that, I raise you, not one or two or three, but five Sharknado.


Have a swingin’ Christmas. 

Hey! It’s Christmas. Oh my gosh guys! I love it! I mean, I always write about this time of year. Note years past post Here. Did that rhyme? Thyme? I feel like it did. 

Last year I bought my wife a kickin’ Kitchen Aid Mixer. If you remember, she walked in and I threw boxes at her to distract her. And she didn’t know. Because I’m a genius. 

We’ve been cooking a lot. I love it. We use Blue Apron. I would post more about it, but who wants to be that guy? “I made lamb and salad.” With something like Blue Apron everyone else using it had the same meal that week. We’re on to you Alan. 

If anything I would do a redneck video…”Ok it says to pre-heat skillet with oil. Okay Simon go out to the garage and get me some Castrol but don’t spill it! We gotta use it for the lawnmower next. Aight! What’s next? Test the Ladke  until it sizzles. Looks like a typo there. Simon! Go git me some lake water we gotta test the heat!”

Something like that. 

We get our meals once a week. I always get a text message from Fedex before hand. “Scheduled delivery for Friday…”

Well, I got the text on a wed and they dropped the box on Thursday. It looked like any box. It said Blue Apron on the side,but it was smaller. And across the side it said “Glass Fragile” Simon got his mail off the top of it. A milk bone they always leave him. And I thought Oh boy. We got a bottle of wine for the Holiday. 

I opened the box and didn’t see any ice or food just white boxes. Shit. Oh shit. This is not our box. I’ve ruined someone’s Christmas. I taped the box back shut and left it in the floor. 

When L (my wife) got up later. I was sitting at the table drinking coffee. She walked in didn’t say anything just picked up the box. And carried it into her walk in closet. 

Our box of food. 

Later she texted me after she woke up real good. And was like, “did you open this box and tape it back shut?” 

What am I supposed to say? No, or yes.  Do I ruin everything? I don’t know what’s in the box. Is it cookware? Or a Blue Apron? Or should I pretend that my wife just likes to hide boxes of fresh meat and vegetables in her closet?

I don’t know. Maybe I can still fake it. Maybe it’s not for me. 

I ended up telling her I did open it  And taped  it back shut. Who am I? I’m not running for president. I can’t lie to my wife. 

Maybe I can just pretend to be running for president on Christmas. 

“This is the best box I’ve ever seen. It’s huge! It’s fantastic. I’ve got binders full of boxes!”

Merry Christmas. Now let’s go watch The Santa Clause.

Fire Hydrants 

I was thinking about fire hydrants the other day. I keep seeing them on the back of trucks, parked on the side of the road. And in every colour.  Like a big box of crayon tops. Reds and  blacks, greys and blues. I always thought they were just red. 

I never realised there was such a market for fire hydrants. I didn’t. But after seeing these trucks I realised…against my childhood dreams…I would not be a good politician or city employee.  

Who thinks about replacing fire hydrants?  

“Well, we put those in after the burning of San Francisco in 1906 …they’re paid for. Why would we need to replace them.” 

But then you have the county and the rural roads….

“That’s what water hoses and ponds are for.” 

I’m just glad someone thinks about those kinds of things… 

 The Burn 

I feel like purgatory is just public service. 

Repeat the same day over and over again …

Screaming children chewing on things and pitching  fits in the floor…

Random adults demanding that you carry things you would never even have in your business…



Flu shots 

Pamphlets for herbal remedies against vaccinations. 

And until you make it through a day without a single negative thought…

You have to repeat the same day . Exactly. 

Hell would be the same. With the exception of the escape route;

Your day just gets longer and longer. You know, that last fifteen minutes that seems like two hours…only it takes an eternity. 

I wish I was making this up

I love my wife.So I recently got one of those Victoria’s Secret credit cards. But they don’t call them that. They call them Angel cards. To make you feel special. Like a rare unicorn. 

I got the card. I don’t know, I haven’t even used it. I always get L gift cards… A hundred dollars or so…they have those nice pajama pants and robes…kimonos…

We really are that easy , just wear it with nothing else. Seriously. 

 I’m pretty sure I’m the only guy with an angel card and here’s why;
I called to activate the card. The guy starts talking on the other side…and when he hears my name…he’s surprised…and he actually almost laughed. Saying “ohhh..ok…so…how’s the weather over there today?”

And I wanted to say. “Ok dude. I’m not some pervert. I’m not going to max out this card and wear an entire catalogue or anything around my house. I’m using this to buy gifts for my wife…

But I didn’t say anything I just let the guy almost laugh to himself. I figured he deserved this moment. 

The bed 
Since I’ve been sharing a bed with a woman. I can tell you. We are all pretty much like tall 12 year olds.We still fight sleep. Just in different ways. Apparently I start making moves on L and she gets pretty annoyed and is like “I’m reading.” So I just set my head on her breasts and she plays  with my hair. And seven seconds later I’m asleep. 

The next morning she is a little annoyed. Because apparently I was just fighting sleep.

I remember when we first started seeing each other. I was like in this old horrible bed. I’m pretty sure Joan of Arc slept in it. Our feet could touch the bottom and it creaked every time you turned over…so you never could actually reach a deep sleep. It was just maybe a full size bed. And then I got this queen size bed. And it was huge. And new. We just laid there in it. Thinking “man…this thing is so much better than that old bed.”

The first time L saw it… She tried to jump up in it but couldn’t and just laid against it and said “how am I supposed to get in this thing?” 

Later on vacation,we stayed in a hotel and they had a KING. It was like a bed inside a bed. There was so much space. We didn’t touch each other. There were moments I forgot she was there. I would turn  over just to look for her. Make sure I did in fact bring her with me. And we both were like…” We’ve got to upgrade to one of these.” 

I’m pretty sure whoever invented the KING was either a king with many women. A recluse with lots of cats, or someone inside an 18 year marriage or on their 4th child. 

I’m only guessing but I assume at some point they are just like “I don’t want to know you’re here or feel you next to me. I don’t care what you’re doing…I’m in my kingdom right here. This is my part of the castle …

A couple could have two television sets at the foot of a king and it wouldn’t even matter. 
The salesman who sold me the queen said he would see me after a few years for a king. Once he went king he never went back. His wife was sitting all the way across the furniture store reading a paper. 

And that’s how I know all of this is true. 


The one about air filters

  I thought I had Strep for a day or so. Turns out it was only a sinus infection. Which also makes a person look high all the time but without smelling like Colorado.

We have this crazy efficient air purifier. I used to not have issues with anything. But then we got the purifier and I guess it just makes a person weak. Thanks purifier for making awesome air.The filter needed to be changed…I didn’t notice in time. So it quit working. 

But my body noticed and Simon noticed. He’s walking around sneezing like “Dad, is there a dog in this house, I’m allergic to dogs.” 

It’s a real problem. 

We also have this great organic peppermint body wash.No sulfates, yadda yadda. It really opens your sinuses. So I poured some in a steaming (boiling it was boiling) bowl of water and steamed my face under a towel. Simon comes up and just sticks his head under the towel too and sits down beside me,sniffing the steam like “yeah,this is the stuff. I can breathe again.” 

The wash is really great though. I wish I could remember the name of it. You can clean your body, your clothes, you can use it for toothpaste, although it is not recommended. 50/50 in water and it kills bugs safely in your kitchen. 

The first time we used it. The peppermint was so cold it burned. Which is not the kind of shower your genitals hoped for.  I dreamed I used it as shampoo and all my hair fell out. . . 

My wife says it wasn’t this bad. I say, yeah, neither is a Hot tub filled with salt water. But put a guy in there that just shaved down under, He’s probably going to have a different experience. And I know  we all shave down there too. 

But women are built like the presidents bunker. You can take a pounding. Unless all the blood has went to my “head” You start pounding me like that…I’m gonna black out,vomit and die.

Needless to say. The idea to steam my face with this wash,was not my first idea. It was my wife’s. And ultimately, the desire to breathe won out.

You put the Fun in Comedy 

We all like comedies,right? 

Of course you do. 

Even Dick Wolf probably likes them. 


You know,

Like life 

they sometimes fall apart for the second half…

Brad Pitt is a fun guy   

George Clooney is ok too.

It’s all just a mid life crisis. Right? 

And then things get weird. 

Not unlike life.

But I  think I’ve figured it out.

Some college genius was like 

“Hey,you realize everyone is going to be getting laid by this point of the film, right? We could literally throw in anything we want and no one will be the wiser. Hahaha.”

Which makes you reconsider every movie you’ve ever watched. All the sex that probably happened all over the world. And then you. Sitting there wondering what the hell you’re even watching.

Either that…or LSD happened.

Because now, they’ve got the nice Cat Lady getting axe murdered in her suburban street. In the afternoon. Which has caused me to hold my pet closer. 

A couple more murders by gunshot to the face...

A random sex fetish/addiction involving machines…. I bet some first dates  just got awkwardly silent. While someone thought…”Man,sobriety sucks.”

But hey, you know what?

It’s ok. 

Because at the end of the day…We’re the comedy.

Everyone is in some kind of interview for sex. Or sparking things up.  Reconnecting. That’s a date. It doesn’t matter if you’re at a club or at home. 

And if you’re married with children…it’s shopping together 5 minutes before closing…without the kids. “you want to try the hummus? Let’s be adventurous.No dear, read the label. We have two minutes.”

Because at most of the points,if you’re like me.You’re just going to bed at 9pm. Convincing yourself that you’re  still dangerous…but reminding yourself to take a Tums because Chinese. Ibuprofen,  because if you stay on your side too long your hip wakes you up. And even though you know this, you can’t help it because you’re asleep. 

Now pass me my mimosa, I can’t drink Vodka anymore.