What’s that Smell?

Posted inColumns, Man Cave

I accompanied my wife on a shopping trip recently. She had to pick up some holiday items so I kind of just hung around the store and goofed off.
After I looked at all the stuff that could even remotely interest a guy, I wandered into the scented candle section. I have no idea why. I knew nothing there would interest me, but figured I would check anyway.
I hoped against hope I would find something to interest me, some candle that I could buy without looking like I had turned in my man card. I like a good scent as much as anyone else. I just don’t like to admit it.
That’s when it hit me. These candle people have totally underestimated us guys. They think we don’t want their product, when that’s not entirely true.

Enjoyable Rehab

Posted inAmerica, TV, Vegas
On a day where we give thanks, I will give thanks to a very special part of America - Las Vegas. Thanks to the fine folks at Five Hundy by…

Book Review: Then We Came to the End

Posted inBooks
Even though they dabble in absurdity, Dilbert, "Office Space" and "The Office" have all achieved great success because, at their core, they use clever insights into office life as the…

Mine, All Mine

Posted inBeer, Man Cave
At first, I didn't want to do it. My friend Eric Trimmer from the Trouble Brewing blog was looking for people to take part in what he calls "Beer Appreciation."…

Look at That Body!

Posted inCollege, Nostalgia
Once upon a time, I had motivation that went beyond trying to win football games on the Playstation and staying up later than was reasonable for someone my age. I…

Orange Juice Danger

Posted inAmerica, Columns, Food

Maria left for work the other morning, and I had the house all to myself. As I prepare to start a new job and end my short sabbatical, I wanted to do something special.

So I cooked up some turkey bacon. Actually, I just heated up bacon I had cooked and frozen several weeks ago. I knew I would have time to enjoy the food and get the offending smell out of the house before my wife returned at the end of the day.

Something happened, however, after I chowed down. I still felt like something was missing. I wasn’t hungry, but I needed something else to satisfy me. After a minute or so standing in the kitchen and thinking, I realized the answer.

Orange juice.

La Guerra Fria, Part Dos

Posted inAmerica, Soccer
For the U.S. national soccer team, qualifying for the World Cup doesn't really heat up until the final round. In the Hex (short for hexagonal because the round features six…

Goodnight, Sweet Blog

Posted inBlogs
I am a bad blog reader. Sure, I have a Google Reader page with my favorite blog feeds, but I get behind and just end up skimming. That especially happens…