in the hole redux

I'm resigned to the idea that I'll never win Michael Roney's 13-run pool. besides, even if I were to win, the return at this point wouldn't cover my investment.

brothers in arms

there must be a rule about bonding immediately with someone who starts the same day as you—whether you're cherries in a far-off warzone or business consultants.

alonenessment

we're a generation of together-alones, each of us sitting with his head buried in the e-device of his choice while surrounded by the rest of us who do likewise.

I forgot what I was gonna post about.

if you have an idea for a blog post, make a note of it. maybe you'll post it, maybe you won't; but at least you won't forget it—which is worse than a poor post.

as good as it gets

what's the baseball-in-person trifecta? I've already caught a foul ball and seen a perfect game (August 15, 2012). does it get better? is there even a trifecta?

hear ye, hear ye:

thanks to their overuse, the following words have lost their original meanings and never again should be spoken: "amazing," "awesome," "great," and "literally."

non-haiku, from Facebook thread

how do you solve a problem like Maria?

how do you catch a cloud & pin it down?

St. Natalie of Demonseed.

my knee is often scraped.

thanks, friends of Natalie Lucio!