Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 25, 2024
Friendship is life’s emotional personal flotation device. It will save you from the foul weather, the unexpected rough seas, and yourself.
I Believe... [Fun-Employed]
...that the feeling of leaving a job you found perfunctory on good days, incredibly dull on others, and completely odious 30% of the time is one of both liberation and lightness.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 18, 2024
There are three accomplishments every one of us needs to ensure a complete and great day:
1. Physical– Lift, run, swim, move
2. Mental– Write, sing, paint, create
3. Spiritual– Give someone a selfless orgasm
Single Sided Love at First Sight
Frog found his soulmate. Scorpion had found a way out of her pattern. He asked her to marry him on their third date.
I Believe... [Polyamory, My Ass]
...that polyamory is just white women gentrifying the gay man’s lifestyle and calling it something brunch-y.
I'm Not Into Watching Sports But I'm Starting to Get It
Super Bowl 58 was the most watched sporting event in recorded history with an estimated 123 million people tuning in. That’s a lot of eyeballs.
I Believe... [Me vs Cheese]
...that, for me, the definition of willpower is to purchase a block of aged cheddar cheese and still have some of it left a week later. Small wins, gang, small wins.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 4, 2024
All I need to help improve my life is more time and an emotional enema. I don’t think I’m asking for much.
The Passion of the Rod & Custom Show
Wichita has felt small and, in many ways artless. It is small, no question, but the art is there if you take the time to see it.
I Believe... [Policies vs Personalities]
...that each intelligent voter should focus on policies rather than personalities. The dumbasses will vote for their favorite wrestler.
Thirteen Years Beyond the Sell-By Date | What I Learned in 2023
What, then, was learned in this fifty-eighth year?
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 28, 2024
There is a thick line between living a busy life and living a hectic life. If you don’t know the difference, things have gotten far too hectic for far too long.
I Believe... [AI vs Swift]
...that the ever present fear of AI can only be overcome by Taylor Swift getting mad that after a billion photos of her online were manipulated to create fake porn. AI had no idea what a quagmire it entered on this one.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 21, 2024
Like I’ve been saying for years… crypto is for idiots and crooks.
I Believe... [in Classic Cars]
...that passion and art can be found anywhere as long as there are people willing to create things out of a sense of joy, curiosity, and obsession. Don’t believe me? Go to a car show in Central Kansas and talk to anyone who has spent years building out a pristine 1926 Ford Roadster.
The Abandoned Station
The cubicles are like strange archeological digs with the remnants of crap from those who worked at them, moved on, and left a few items behind.
I Believe... [Defining Cool]
...that the definition of what is and is not cool is pretty simple. Anyone desperately seeking popularity or approval? Not cool. Anyone disapproved by a lot of other people? Cool.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 7, 2024
Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes, that reason is really fucking stupid.
I Believe... [Humping Amazon Boxes?]
...that polyamory is simply people without the ability to commit to an arrangement more important than individual desire. The most polyamorous creature on the planet is a mutt that humps everything from other dogs to human legs to Amazon boxes.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 31, 2023
You know how people were once given their last names based on the job they did? Black from blacksmith, Baker from, well, baking, etc. Lynch is an awkward last name.
Being an escort for me was like being a scrapbooker on Etsy for most other single moms trying to pick up some extra money. The only difference was that I could make a few thousand bucks for one hour of potential discomfort versus making a few hundred for several hours of suffering through handmade clip art. I’m a pretty open-minded person, but I cannot for one second believe that there is any joy in being hunched over a desk, cutting and pasting other people’s memories together. It seems so lonely and juvenile.