In response to a writing prompt

I was recently given a writing prompt challenge. I had to "Write a script to give telemarketers to sell plastic pooper-scoopers." It's rare that I get an excuse to write about poop, so I took up the challenge.

Lunch convos, Part 3

It was just a brief, hour-long lunch at a local Mexican restaurant, but the inane topics it spawned has led to a half-dozen blog posts. In this post, the Magic Eight-Ball is compared to Siri.

Lunch convos, Part 2

Ever wondered about the buttons in your car that you never push? In this random lunch conversation, a friend's comment leads to VBU (vehicular button uncertainty).

Lunch convos, Part 1

There's such junk on TV today. Surely there's room for more. I'm convinced that if someone were to follow me around with a video camera, they'd have enough material by the end of every day to create a 30 minute sitcom.

“Hey hey hey” hair advice

What do you do when you meet a bald evangelist in the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant? You could make up hair jokes, or you could discover a magic pill.