“C’mon honey, just one more time. Please? I promise it’ll be quick.” Sleeping Beauty knows me too well to believe it will be quick, but, being the good sport she is, she nonetheless agreed. It’s really her fault anyway. At the conclusion of The Epic Ride, I...
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, which, for me usually means nothing more exciting than losing lots of my semi-hard earned money, which, true to the saying, always seems to stay in Sin City. This week was no exception. The WWE circus tour rolled from our show in Anaheim onto The...
Bitter? Me? Naah… not at all… Well, maybe just a teeny bit, but who can blame me? Look at this picture of me in nursery school, up there in the back row. It all makes sense now. Just look at those pants. Who wouldn’t be bitter?? Thanks to alert reader and fellow plaid...
… to get kidnapped or something, so I’d at least have something interesting to write about. Life is back to the predictable endless-loop-stuck-on-fast-forward boring cycle of fly, work, sleep, work, sleep, fly, repeat. Yuck. Seems like it’s almost time for a major life...
My friend Tom (a.k.a Zamfir, Master of the Tape Room) and I made it our mission to go out and kill as many brain cells as possible on Saturday night. After many stops, our destructive field trip took us to Kell’s Irish Pub, arguably the best bar in Portland. The band...