I like to eat in a restaurant. Whoa. Wait. Back that up.I like to eat in a GOOD restaurant. Food for me, is way more than ingestion. I have to really like something to eat it. I am not picky,
Category: BigDangDeal
Spelled backward, it’s raef.
There was a time in my life when I kept a little bag of phobias with me, everywhere I went. The short list of fears: flying; heights; spiders and all else crawling; thirteen; snakes and other slithers; storms. And
I need the playbook.
This morning, in my very early quiet time — my retrospective time — I was thinking about Sin. Yes. Sin. The kind with a capital S. I wonder about it, sometimes. Because, mostly, I do not understand it. Not
Look Up. No. Don’t.
Truthfully, I don’t think things should really be falling out of the sky. Call me Chicken-Dang-Little, but I don’t. Let’s stop right there and talk about the Story of Chicken Little, which is commonly known as The Story of Henny
My little green tunic
What is it about Video Games? Certainly, they are popular, almost beyond measure. When I was a kid, our choices were limited. I can remember the Christmas we got the Atari. It was 1975. The showcase Atari game, Pong, was
24 Carrot App
The phones in our pockets, and the apps on those phones. How did it come to this? Well, of course, it started way back when, with the invention of the telephone. That is when this entire scheme was spawned.
Keep Up, Will Ya’?
Oh. I try to pay attention. Truly. There was a time when I could keep up with things. These days, I can not. As plain as the whomping nose on my face, I can not stay abreast of it all.
In 700 feet, turn left.
I used my GPS today. My very own Global Positioning Software. We don’t think too much about our GPS Systems when we use them. We just count on them to work. It is a pretty nifty deal though, when it
I’m dust
I wrote a piece about Op-Eds this morning. An Op-Ed about Op-Eds. But then, I decided not to post it here this evening. Yeah, it’s dust. That is the way of the Polly Brain. I am an over-thinker. And
In the air.
He’d fly through the air with the greatest of ease,That daring young man on the flying trapeze. I haven’t heard that song in a long time. But that is the only line I knew. It was written by George Leybourne.