Chess

This is how I feel about someone right now.

It’s 10 a.m. on a weekday and all I’ve managed to muster is a few tweets and a light workout (i.e., no weights) at the gym. 

This is my backyard shortly after Hurricane Michael. (This is after we’d cleaned it up a bit.) I won’t miss the hurricane, but I will miss the sunsets here. God bless, Florida.

It’s almost Howdy Doody Time! (Scheduled to post at 1 p.m. CDT)

Opinion | The Religious Roots of a New Progressive Era

Welcome to the post-Protestant Reformation.

Food for thought.

FTR

I don’t like dabbling in politics because, well, obviously, but FTR, I think Romney’s vote was the correct one.

It didn’t take long for Harry and Meghan to prove they are hypocrites

Well, that was fast. Just weeks after slamming the door on Buckingham Palace, declaring their suffering as wealthy, pampered, world-famous senior royals so unbearable that they must take their leav…

It didn’t take long for the NYPost to go negative. What’s wrong with the Aussies?!

We wouldn’t want that! Listen up, Hollywood!

you guys don't understand, i will melt into a puddle if emergence is not renewed for season 2

Posting this on behalf of my father, who is just dumb. #rstales

Dear future spouse,

I cradle every word as I write it; I don’t want to let you down in any way, but time is not on our side tonight and so I must say what I’ve longed to say as long as my memory holds. You are the craftswoman that captured my heart when my head wasn’t working the way it used to. Your voice calls out to me when I lie still at night. My breath is altered with every syllable that rolls off your tongue. I cling to your every word and wonder if you feel the same emptiness I feel when I’m alone.

I’d like to hold you in my arms tonight, and if I had a saxophone, I’d play it for you, although I suspect I’d quickly realize I can’t impress you with a sax in the way I’d want to — in a perfect way.

You know my bumps in life and roll over them neatly.

I listen over and over to your fellowship until I realize who the fool really is. (Hint: It’s me, for the record.)

And I know that I’ve fallen hard and just want to ask one question…

Back in the day, these were my jams. (And I had a pair of ugly, ugly shorts that were actually called JAMS. Go figure.)