Author - frenchy

Crackhead

I’ve found something easily as addictive as crack. And I’m hooked. Facebook. I always thought it was for kids, pedophiles and other assorted losers. And it is, for sure. But it’s also my latest way to be completely and totally non-productive. I’m not sure what that...

Got Nothing

Election day. Again. And I’m watching the results trickle in from deep within the bowels of a TV truck. Again. My thought on the election so far? CNN has really cool maps. But, how they can call a state red or blue when one percent of the votes have been counted is beyond me...

Speechless

Being somewhat of a smart-ass, it’s a very rare occasion that I’m rendered speechless. After last night, the US Airways Arena in Phoenix will forever be remembered as one place where I was. Cyber Sunday, what seems like the WWE’s thousandth or so Pay-Per-View of 2008 was...

Oh, What a Night!

There’s a rock out in Morro Bay, and it’s pretty famous. Fiona and I arrived in the tiny seaside town just in time to watch the fog completely envelop the top of that famous rock, and watched as it rapidly encompassed the surrounding harbor. Though it was a Friday night, we...