Your Facebook Political Posts are Pissing Off your Friends

Sorry, but your Facebook political posts are hurting your friendships and doing nothing else.

I know you think sharing that article bashing the other candidate is going to miraculously convince your “friends” to side with you, but it isn’t. They are generally just as convicted in their beliefs as you are and by the off chance that they are reading your posted story, they are probably thinking less of you now. You’re more liberal than they thought. You’re more of a gun lover than they ever imagined. You’re now crazy in their eyes for supporting a candidate who would believe in such drivel.

This growing activity over the 2016 election season has gotten out of control. There is no correct position to take in an election. No one knows what candidate will do what in the coming political climate and there is a good chance that any choice will keep our country going down the merry path is had been heading for the last few decades. Any president elected will have triumphs and tragedies. No candidate will get it all right. No candidate has all of the right answers. No candidate is right or wrong for the presidency. Our system of government only gives so much power to the president so no candidate is going to “take us down a path toward doom!”

So, getting back to the Facebook posts…there is one more troubling aspect for me over all others….that’s when I am implicitly accused of being an idiot because of my choices or my beliefs in a candidate. That’s when things start going off-kilter for me. How dare you imply that someone else is a Nazi-lover or Communist because of who they are supporting. At this point, I don’t even share my political opinions on Facebook for fear that whatever “side” I’m on, someone else will think I’m an idiot.

So please consider this question before you post (much like you consider this before you speak)…why am I sharing this information? There are only three outcomes:

  1. Someone will agree and be glad you posted this.
  2. Someone will not agree and think less of you.
  3. Someone will completely ignore your post.

None of the three will benefit anyone.


What Really Matters

I know I promised “entertaining” blog posts this week, but shit got serious this week. I won’t go into why, but the important thing to remember is what life is rooted in. What gives meaning to you in life. And when shit get’s serious, that’s when you find out what gives it meaning.

For me, that meaning is George. It’s finding HER happiness. HER place. HER value. Not what motivates me, but what motivates her. In a sense, SHE motivates me. SHE is why I work hard. SHE is why I sacrifice my time (not all of my time, but some of my time…hell, I’m not giving that woman ALL of my time).

But at the end of the day, doing something for someone else is really what means the most to me. What makes me happy is making other people happy. If I can make you laugh, you’ve made my day. If I disappeared tomorrow, that’s what I want remembered. I want to be the guy who people say “he always made me laugh. He was a great guy.” Sadly, this is what is said when a guy shoots up a school and they interview his neighbors. That guy is no better than me. Maybe I don’t want to be known for this. People won’t know the difference between me and the killer next door. NOT. A. GOOD. THING.

If you want to digest this better, I suggest 3 drinks….not saying why…..

No Love of Sports

In the last 20 years, I’ve gone to one professional baseball game, maybe three B league baseball games, possibly four college basketball games, one B league hockey game and a handful of kids soccer games. In the same period, I’ve watches a few Super Bowls (most for the commercials) on TV and no other sporting events through that medium. To say that sports plays little part of my life is an understatement.

I blame my parents. Well, not really. But the story goes that being a December baby, and based on the school year testing cycle, I was intellectually ready to start school, but told that I’d be one of the younger kids if they let me in early. If they held me back, I’d be one of the oldest and probably excel in sports….so here we are…me not being able to talk to an average man about sports.

It’s kind of funny actually. There is this big assumption that just because I have a penis, I know who Ken Griffey is. And this actually happened today. I volunteered for the Michael Jordan Celebrity Golf this weekend as I’ve done for the past 3 years. I met a nice guy who was volunteering with me and he mentioned that he was excited to see Mr. Griffey. Apparently they had interacted with each other years ago. Regardless, he starts talking to me about the Mariners (Seattle, I think) and such and I just nod. I find myself doing this a lot actually when dudes start discussing sports with me. They assume every guy knows everything about every sport. And while I know the name Ken Griffey, I couldn’t tell you much about him. I probably know more about his golf game from watching him each year at this tournament than his professional sports career.

I’m considering brushing up on some really obscure sport, and then talking to most sports oriented manly looking man I can find at the next bar I’m at. He will have some sort of sports jersey on and probably a baseball cap. I can strike up a conversation about Vicki Adams or Scott Andrews and see if they play along even though they have no idea who I’m talking about. While I’ve gotten good at faking my manliness, this guy would feel like he should know what I’m talking about and probably end up saying something stupid like, “yea, they really had a good season this year,” even though the season for curling really doesn’t exist except for every 4 years during the olympics.

The sad part is that there was kind of a time when I was into a sport. I went to Temple University from 1985 – 1989 and during the first two years, went to every home basketball game the Temple Owls had. We even hung out with the team after hours downstairs in Johnson hall and played pool with them. I still remember their names and often wonder what happened to them all. Looking back on that time, my interest in hoops might have been more oriented around the fact that I made friends with these people and watching my friends play made sense whereas watching a bunch of strangers play offers zero interest to me.

So I’ll continue to go to that Super Bowl party each year. I’ll keep faking an interest in sports when a random person insists on talking about his team. And I’ll make lots of wives jealous when I tell them I’ve never watched a Sunday’s worth of any sport, turned on ESPN or insisted my wife and I go catch a game in another state because a big rivalry is taking place. I’ve probably saved thousands of dollars in the process. So in the end, I guess I’ll thank mom and dad for having faith in my ability to start school a bit early.

Pivotal Moments

I realized years ago that there are key occurrences in our lives that seem to have more impact than others. While our lives are full of the proverbial “wing flapping” from the butterfly effect, there seem to be special moments that clearly cause a shift.

For example, I knew a guy names Paul Stein. He went to high school with me. He graduated 2 years before me and we weren’t particularly close, but I knew him and we ended up keeping in touch a bit into college. He helped me get my internship with 93.3 WMMR in Philadelphia. THAT, was a pivotal moment for me. With that start in the radio business, I ended up working in the fields of technology and graphic arts along with eventually meeting my wife.

The other pivotal moment for me was when we moved into our second house in Las Vegas. We ended up across the street from a couple who we have become very close to. But back when we first moved there, the husband and I had some early conversations about my current job at MGM Resorts and through those talks, I ended up making a change in the company into the Finance area. This elevated my career and offered exposure to new people and processes that have helped me learn and grow at a pace I had not experienced before.

While I could point to the first pivotal moment above and give all the credit there for with everything after, I feel that while logically, this is acceptable, there can still be sub-pivotal moments that need to be acknowledged as well.

I just have these two right now, but I’m planning a third and we’ll see how that goes next…..

Coffee Isn’t Always Coffee

Coffee + cream = coffee

Coffee + cream + sugar = coffee

But, does coffee + sugar + cream +egg + (being frozen) = coffee? Because, some would call that coffee ice cream!

I can’t help but notice that the “coffee” that I order at Starbucks has more and more non-coffee flavorings and that seems to push it in the direction of being another not-yet-defined drink that has coffee in it, but is not coffee. I mean, since when does the mere fact that a food or drink item contains a particular food or drink element make it that native item? For example, is apple pie an apple because it has apple in it? Is it bread because it has flour in it? No one would ever say yes to either of those statement (well someone would, but I’d kick them in the nuts after they said it).

So, getting back to my coffee. Even Starbucks calls these “espresso drinks.” As if they know that there will be a pending lawsuit. But how often do you hear someone say, “let’s go to Starbucks and get some espresso beverages?” If anyone ever said that (and I’m guessing no one has EVER said those words together prior to this writing), they would get stares like they just let out a squeaker in church. That Salted Caramel Mocha you just order has 420 calories. A basic coffee has 5 calories! FIVE CALORIES! “LET’S GO TO STARBUCKS AND GET FATTY FAT FAT!” My guess is that each Starbucks sells about 3 cups of coffee a day. All 3 are sold to some old men with dentures and a hip replacement who take their coffee to go so they can complain about the young whipper snappers in Starbucks who order fucking desserts to drink.

There is a seemingly fine line between food definitions that we don’t really pay attention to. Besides the aforementioned coffee example, we  have Go-Gurt which is officially called yogurt in the store even though it is in a tube and contains 12+ ingredients. Um, hello! Basic yogurt contains TWO INGREDIENTS….milk and bacteria. Now, I’m not suggesting that anyone likes basic, simple, unsweetened, fruit-free yogurt that you have to use with a primitive spoon (the nerve!), but at some point we need to call a product what it is based on it’s primary ingredient.

Put enough other shit on a pizza besides tomato sauce and cheese (think Hawaiian pizza which is a suck-ass excuse for a pizza) and it’s no longer pizza. It’s something else and it just happens to have a big slab of bread underneath it.

So let’s please be careful with the names of the foods and drinks we consume. Food confusion is a terrible thing.

Seven Random Thoughts on a Random Day

1) Why do I squint my eyes when I’m out in the rain?
2) Someone should make pants the have reinforced seams at the top of the legs in the crotch region to help prevent excessive wear from walking.
3) Why is a heart not shaped like your heart?
4) There really needs to be human kibble.
5) Never eat a slice of banana cream pie that is bigger than your own head.
6) if you think you know what I’m thinking, you are probably right.
7) Adding the theme from Benny Hill to any video clip actually does make it funnier.


As a kid I remember being the lucky one between me and my sister. The big reason was due to her being allergic to everything (grass, animals, leaves, etc.), and me being allergic to nothing. But that all changed this year.

I think it has been a gradual progression, this allergy thing. I developed this cough years ago. Seemed to be an extension of my seasonal cold and I finally figured out I could manage it with Halls. I tried a few remedies like Zyrtec and maybe Claritin, but nothing helped. Besides, the Halls worked well enough.

Then, years ago, my doctor prescribed a preventative inhaler to see if could help. That shit worked miracles. And then, the retina blister formed. I won’t get into too much detail, but apparently, in some people, steroids can cause an eye problem where a bulge forms on your retina. Long story short, I quit the inhaler, went back to the Halls, and everything cleared up nicely.

Then, this year happened. I had heard it was going to be a bad year for allergies here in Vegas and boy were they right. I’ve had a cold or this asthmatic cough for well over a month now and I think I can safely say its due to allergies. I’m even trying Claritin again to see if that may help. I’ve upgraded from Halls to Fisherman’s Friend. If you haven’t had that before, think mentholated ass. But it works, so I plow through them gladly.

The incessant throat clearing and coughing must be driving my wife crazy. She doesn’t complain so that’s a good thing! But I don’t think I’d be as tolerant as she is. I suppose she might just be waiting for me to die anyway. Screw you pollen!.