The Adventures of Spam

Alright, I'm going off script a bit this morning. One of the intriguing parts of writing on this site is just how many spam comments I get to clear off my system. The fact that an application is needed to weed out said comments, says something on its own, but just this morning I cleaned out 67 of them. A question comes to mind, on all this. Okay, a few questions have spawned from this. Who does this shit work on? Is it just click-bait in the hopes someone will click a wrong button? Do people fall for the ridiculous comments that, usually, have nothing to do with the post they're attached to? Is it a mix of ham and sausage? I don't know! "May I quote this article, so long as I give credit? I write in a similar way than you [Read more...]

A Baseball Gender Question

As I begin writing this post, I am sitting in a pub watching a baseball game. Indeed, I'd rather watch the snow melt, but I have time to kill while my kids are at a rehearsal, so here I am. One of the broadcasters just mentioned what a shame it is that the tradition of baseball is not being passed on by parents to the younger set. That's right. It's our fault that the younglings have no love of the diamond, the struggle of hitter v. batter, chewing tobacco, and steroids. Soon all will be forgotten. I have one question. Why should we? OBJECTION!!! Yes, this is a sex positive post, your honor. If the court allows me some leeway, I suspect my reasoning for this will be clear. I promise, your honor, at no time will I refer to the [Read more...]

The Best Kiss

Author's note: I really don't write enough humour anymore...I apologize in advance, and though the initial attempt was to take this week's prompt seriously, I failed. They once said that the kiss of Buttercup and Wesley blew away the top kisses of all time. Hogwash! This is vanilla propaganda, at its worst. The best kiss, though. It, of course, happens only once and causes us to spend the rest of our lives attempting to recreate that moment. I invite you, dear reader, to picture a half-full parking lot bathed in sunshine on a frigid day. I in my parka, and her in her cap, we had lunched and moved outside from the pubbish restaurant towards our vehicles. Knowing we each had to return to work, it seemed to be an event [Read more...]