I Believe… [Tell a Better Story]
...that the story you continue to tell about yourself to others becomes your own reality over time. So, tell a better story.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 12, 2026
Whining children is the leading cause of stomach fat.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 6, 2026
Just curious… Is Baron Trump registered for the draft? If not, it looks like he will be. I just hope he doesn’t develop bone spurs and can become the war hero his father views himself as.
I Got Your Mindfulness
The modern world doesn’t lack mindfulness techniques. It lacks friction.
No Quiero Taco Bell
Why am I doing this? Why am I having to navigate a digital menu when I could just tell an employee my order with greater speed and ease because they know better how to navigate this thing? And while I was planning on using my credit card to pay, what if I wanted to use cash? What if someone who doesn’t have a credit card, like, say, a homeless person scrounges up enough money for a Crunch Wrap Supreme? How are they to make the purchase and feed themselves? It’s rare that I feel this way, but I felt… offended.
I Believe… [Dirty Old Man?]
...that the terms ‘dirty old man’ and ‘healthy and experienced elder’ are interchangeable depending on who is doing the describing.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 29, 2026
Our society is becoming so reliant on systems that we’re inadvertently making ourselves less capable, less self-sufficient. Dumber. Hell, I don’t even wipe my ass anymore. I have a bidet do it.
I Believe… [Living Michael Bay]
...that when meteors start crashing through roofs in Texas in bursts maybe we’re finally beginning to live in a Michael Bay world.
Death by Magnifying Glass
If the only tool in your hand is a lens for mistakes, don’t be surprised when courage evaporates and excellence suffocates like a goldfish in a shot glass.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 15, 2026
Listening to Kenny Loggins’ brand of Rock ‘n’ Roll is like watching a high school kid play an elderly person in the Spring Play. We all know I’s not real, but we go along with it because it’s cute.
I Believe… [The Fragile Thread]
...that when you spend time helping the truly broken—the ones who require more patience than seems reasonable—you walk away with two revelations: how much of yourself still works, and how vital the fragile thread of kindness is that holds people together.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 8, 2026
If you must suffer fools, do so with a vengeance.
Choose It or Change It: The Infinite Jest of Your Own Damn Life
Or: Why Complaining About Your Circumstances Is Like Whining That the Tennis Ball Keeps Coming Back After You Hit It
I Believe [Sleep]
...that sleep for a single older man is weird and wonderful. Sometimes you work your ass off and sleep with the fishes, other times you put yourself down, snooze for three hours, wake up, write, then catch another three before jumping into the day.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 1, 2026
I’ve come to believe that the brand statement of Global Consumerism is “Fuck you, Consumer.”
I Believe… [Deciding Not To]
...that indecision is a decision.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 15, 2026
If the Royal Family has enough sense in their inbred brains to support the arrest and subsequent punishment of the Andrew Formerly Known as Prince, then American leaders ought to have equal sense to investigate and punish the other Epstein-related offenders. Or, at the very least, admit that American Power is too insulated for true justice to ever have a chance at prevailing and own up to being a criminal enterprise. Something far worse than being inbred. (Though, probably not as bad as being married to Meghan Markle.)
I Believe… [No More Shoeless]
...that it is no tiny thing to be able to fly without having to take your shoes off. You know, the Yin Yang effect of Trump is dizzying… ICE versus easier TSA lines? I dunno…
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 8, 2026
People who post personal or political opinions on LinkedIn are the same people who walk into crowded elevators and fart. “I’m living my truth and everywhere is appropriate for me to do whatever I want.”
Why Sentient AI Should Scare the Hell Out of You (Hint: It’s Not Skynet)
The nightmare scenario isn’t violent machines—it’s discovering they learned empathy faster than we ever did.
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.