Remember when you were younger how grown-ups had to occasionally remind you, “if you can’t say something nice…” And they reminded you because you just threw-up socially with your uncomfortable little bout of Tourette’s or you spoke “the thought bubble” – the one you’re supposed to keep under wraps in polite company. Then, one sad…

I really like the idea of reincarnation – the notion that maybe in a past life I was somehow cooler, played a minor role in history, or have always been around the same people over-and-over again (the ones I like, not those “other” ones) – that maybe my friend Jonathan was once my twin sister…

Something bad happened in the state of Texas as things do every moment of every day in some part of the world. And it may have happened because the people involved made poor decisions, had a mental imbalance, or were quite simply “bad” people. I was drawn to the story in part because the article…

It’s every geek’s dream to reach newer, better, higher levels of Geekdom – whether you’re the recognized national best Donkey Kong player or the humble owner of the local Dragon’s Lair (shameless plug for our favorite gaming store) – through the right geek colored glasses you are held in awe. Today, I salute my friend…

… I want a video of Anna rocking out on Guitar Hero on her Wii. I don’t care who gives it to me.

Yeah, we’ve covered it before – I was born on Christmas… the day. (Why people always follow my announcement of being born on Christmas with the question “the day?” still baffles me “no, I mean “Christmas” the themepark ride; it was uncomfortable and the family doesn’t like to talk about it much”. And, I’ll say…

Yeah, we’ve covered it before – I was born on Christmas… the day. (Why people always follow my announcement of being born on Christmas with the question “the day?” still baffles me “no, I mean “Christmas” the themepark ride; it was uncomfortable and the family doesn’t like to talk about it much”. And, I’ll say…

I think every kid has a fantasy that they’re really adopted. They look into their family’s faces one day and find more resemblance to the neighbor’s cat. I know when I’d be particularly irritated at Mom, I’d question Dad “I’m really the milk woman’s daughter, aren’t I? I can take it; Dad I just need…

I’ll probably never be the poster girl for the feminist movement. I still use “his” or “he” in a sentence instead of “hers” or “theirs” or “its” – not that I mind those; it’s just my personal preference. And I shudder when I see combos like “his/hers” or someone tries to mix them all in:…

(Not the best picture – I didn’t think to bring something to wipe down the marker beforehand.) The marker reads:Overtures fade, stagelightsgrow dim without you.Per Aspera ad Astra (Which is the motto for NASA and loosely translates to: Through Hardships to the Stars – something my mother would appreciate.) I’ll some rambling reflections about Mom…

“Beth, have you ever seen a dead body?”I could wreck this person’s day with my tale.I am stoic.My face will not betray me.“No.” The clock has started.In a few hours she’ll be in the hospitalHoping to eat… hoping to sleep…“I’m cold”I get her a blanketWe wait The moment I live in begins now.I open the…

Have you ever had one of those days where it starts off by everyone in your home town trying to cut you off, run you down or simply prevent you from accessing the highway. It’s the kind of day that when you finally bring the car to its resting place underneath the tree, the place…

Well, now I’ve gone and done it. I was at one of my favorite sites poking the author’s favorite site list looking for inspiration when I found a guy talking about personal heroes. Although, I don’t think he phrased it quite that way. Still, the idea was to approach the person you want to emulate…