Rants Makes Up Feels

Every now and then I come across something that’s so absolutely inspirational that I am compelled to act. Today, my good friend and future overly-polite (he’s Canadian) houseguest, Archon,

Shit I’ve Said Out Loud #11

I went and searched for the last edition of Shit I’ve Said Out Loud (which would be Number 10) and discovered that I posted that turd in 2015.  Wow.  I noticed that I’m accumulating awesome out-loud sayings at a much reduced rate.  I think this is due to

Communication Challenges

If you’re a long-time follower of this blog and my deviant, withered neural situation, you know by now that I suffer from some serious wiring problems in my

Shit I Said Out Loud #10

Oh.  Yeah hi there.  It’s been a while (since my time in Kharjackistan) since I’ve posted an official Shit I Said Out Loud.  Pardon the interruption, but

Rantionary: “J” Is For…

I am painfully off of my posting game in general, and grossly overdue for another iteration of the ever-popular Rantionary.  I blame the Army and the window-licker moving company that has yet to find all of my shit.  I’ll leave that rant for another

What Your Autocorrect Says About You

We all have hated upon our autocorrect when texting, emailing or other text-based functions on our allegedly-smart phones.  “Fuck you, Autocorrect!” we scream from our

Five Hundred

This is my five-hundredth post.  Yay.  Hooray for blogging.

A close friend sent me this link to make me laugh.  It did, and it also made me think of this very blog.  Enjoy!

Best Part:

“Boy cat, girl cat… E-I-E-I-O…”

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Please remember that today is Pearl Harbor Day.

Rantionary: “I” Is For…

Good morning, Awesome Rants Army Readerhood!  Yeah, I said good morning so you know my shit is fake.  In social situations, I always just say, “Morning,” through gritted teeth as if stating the fact that it is morning.  I rarely see much good about the fact.  I’ve made sure my duty is done and ensured the Sun

Drunken Twittering…

Yeah.  So my good friend and blogging buddy, Twindaddy, recently availed himself of a significant life change.  Afterwards, standing victorious over the slain bones and juicy fragments of his enemas… uhm, enemies, he threw down his keyboard gauntlet in a challenge of bloggetary proportions, albeit

Rantionary: “H” Is For…

After the second Reader-Sourced Rantionary installment you all had to know the next hellacious letter in my twisted, fictional alphabet was due to drop like a