It was bound to happen. Rand and I take a lot of photos. But this is basically like spotting bigfoot: – This is a photo of my father. SMILING. Let’s take a closer look, shall we?
I realize this post is going up a little late. Forgive me. Rand and I are in Vegas, and our hotel room has a magnifying mirror (you know my history with those) that has been very informative. Because of it, I learned that I not only had a unibrow, but also a teeny tiny mustache.…
Dear Deutsche Museum, I like you, I really do. You are at the top of my list of attractions to visit in Munich. I had a ridiculously fun time roaming through all of your exhibits and halls, and I became acutely aware of how little I know about … well, everything. In particular, I enjoyed…
– Rand and I walked through the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan, holding hands. It was early winter, and he was neglecting his work in order to enjoy the art. This happens approximately never, so I was making good use of the time by squeezing his hand really tightly. “Ouch.” Love hurts, babe. Get…
Folks, I have many, many, many, many flaws. If it’s okay with you, I’d rather skip the details and just leave it at that. I’m a decent human being. I’m not a great human being. But Spain made me a slightly worse one. And I’m kind of okay with that. Despite my many flaws (see…
I have no problem with the notion that Jesus lives. Whether you are referring to your passion for your lord and savior, or simply taking note of a Hispanic man named Jesus who happens to have a zest for life, I find this statement to be pretty innocuous. However, I do think it’s kind of weird…
– I don’t understand kids today. I’ve tried. But they are nothing like I was at their age. In my younger years, I did not swoon over effeminate beauties like Justin Bieber (we didn’t even have an equivalent in the mid-90s. We settled for a young Brad Pitt and we liked it). I did not…
Cram some plutonium into your flux capacitators, kids, because today’s WTF Wednesday is going to require some serious time travel. (But please, don’t steal said plutonium and get yourself shot in the process, leaving your youthful friend Marty to hop into your time machine, consequently causing a whole bunch mischief that leads him to make…
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