Figured I’d better document this in case for when it eventually/inevitably takes off. And if you’ve followed for a bit, you know I can’t resist a good portmanteau. So much so, friends just call them Chrisisms. There have been a few – and close friends have heard me bitch and moan when one of my orphaned witticisms finds life in the pop culture lexicon. Don’t get me started on shituation. So…

Yesterday, certainly not for the first time this week, month, year, decade or even century I had a thought: “Wait. What?!?” I’m damn sure it won’t be the last time, either. But it got me thinking, maybe we should take a good, hard look at the mottos that define or describe our country. Don’t get me wrong, our current slogans have served us well for a couple hundred years, but maybe it’s time…

The day after Election Day in 2016 is, hands down, the most epically brutal hangover I’ve had in my life. And you have to keep in mind that I went to college and drank in gay bars (IYKYK) when I was younger, so that’s really saying a thing. I have no idea how the 2020 election was as close as it was. I know how the 2016 election went sideways. In my mind, it will always come down to the Bernie…

I’d like to think both titular adjectives apply to me – just not together. While I’ve done my share of dumb things, I’m not a moron by default. Indirectly, my tendency to perform small acts of kindness throughout my day-to-day living hopefully balance out some of the less than stellar moments of my life others may have witnessed. Or that I inadvertently “bragged” about here. Let me take a break…

Potentially fratricide. This post is kind of a “just in case” type of thing. Like if I turn up dead anytime soon. Duh-duh-duuuhh! Ready for a story? Good! Because it’s so salacious – at least within my family – that I can’t tell any of them. But because I love dirt…I have to tell someone. So here you are: I grant thee access to the inner circle. Could be I’m cursed to die one way or…

Say it ain’t so. How…could it be? Yet, that’s exactly what someone just told me. Of course, that was on the immediate heels of my statement, “The fuck you are”, so…maybe there’s a smidge of credibility to her incredulity. Maybe. Of course, my statement was said as I crossed the threshold of my building’s entry and she announced coming in from the outside – as the callbox was dialing up to…

Welcome back to me…to my own blog…once again! I feel like I need my own Yoda. Someone who will hear me say weak assed things like “I’m going to try and write more consistently” and remind me Luckily, I verbally hedge my bets with that approach, so…no broken promises! As alluded to in the title, I’ve been busy. Work keeps me pretty occupied. My workdays are a frenzied pace from start to finish,…