Monday, November 26, 2012

The truth about Doctor Who

It goes without saying that Doctor Who is the best program that ever is, will be or was.

It's a scientific fact.

I can say that (even though I said earlier it goes without saying) because my entire Nuclear family agrees.

"Nuclear" has something to do with science.

There are seven letters in the word Nuclear.

There are five people and two cats in my Nuclear family.

Five plus two equal seven. (Coincidence? I think not!)

I just did addition, which is a scientific method of combining smaller numbers to make bigger numbers.

Big numbers of adoring fans LOVE Doctor Who -- and that's a FACT!

Thus, I have PROVEN beyond a SHADOW of DOUBT that what goes without saying, should be said loud and clear:

Doctor Who is the best program that ever is, will be or was.

In my humble opinion!

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Happiness is what it is

I sat down to read a book the other day, and for those few moments I was happy.

I went outside to photograph whatever I could find, and for those few moments I was happy.

I made a Thanksgiving pecan pie for my family, and for those few moments I was happy.

I took my daughter to see a movie, and for those few moments I was happy.

 can not be found
 by dwelling on the could, the would, or the what if.

Happiness is fixating on the now,
 until it drowns out
the madness.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

While the Ents stood guard

The Ents stand quard

I could live by this road.

A safe road.

A road to Hobbiton where adventures are frowned upon.

A daily walk to the local for a pint of stout.

Chimney smoke carried along on a cool breeze.

Rabbits rustling in the brush.


And everything would be as it was meant to be.

While the Ents stood guard.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Doctor Who? Who knew?

I remember watching Doctor Who when I was younger.

Actually, I can only remember seeing bits and pieces of the show as I was searching for something else to watch. I was pretty much a Star Trek freak, and Doctor Who seemed so low tech and boring.

Lot's of talk, no action.

Fast forward to today, and I'm watching nothing BUT Doctor Who.

Good stories, great action, even greater actors.

And now I wish I'd been watching it all along.

(It's even better than Star Trek, but don't tell my wife I said that.)

You see Port-a-Jon, I see TARDIS
The only bad thing about being a Whovian (The Doctor Who version of being a Trekkie), is that I now see Doctor Who stuff all over the place.

For instance, doesn't this look like The Doctor's TARDIS?

Don't know what a TARDIS is?

Look it up.

Or better yet, rent a Doctor Who DVD and become like me -- WHOOKED!

Monday, November 19, 2012

Learning Spanish

I learned a new phrase today.

Let me try it out on you:

Que tengas un buen dia!

And I really do mean it!

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


There's no need to fuss.
There's no need to wrangle.
Deciphering's too brutal,
it strips down and mangles
the meaning inside what we try to convey.
I love you.
I'm sorry.


Sunday, November 11, 2012

The sky is always bluer

Birds look like they’re having so much fun, flying from place to place. I doubt THEY think it’s fun. They probably just view the whole thing as common transportation – which is sad, because what schoolboy wouldn’t gladly wish for a little bit of superhuman flight to get him out of doing something as mundane as algebra homework or writing English essays?

Or what old man wouldn’t gladly trade his responsibilities for a chance to glide across the sky?

But then again, maybe birds view what WE do as something magical. Maybe they would gladly trade their wings for a chance to conjugate a verb or pay an electricity bill.

Maybe, but I doubt it.

There’s got to be a rational reason why birds have wings, and we don’t.

Whatever it is, oh how I wish things were different.

I’d fly across the world and never look back.