Articles by Some Guy

I’ve been putting this little talk off for a while, but I think it’s
time I said what’s on my mind. I’ve thought about it long and hard,
and I don’t think it’s me - it’s you.

I’m talking to you, calf, because I’m really tired of your nonsense.
We’ve been together a long time, and I’m really attached to you, but
c’mon - you need to be pulling more of your own weight.

So what if I ran a few miles, so what if I’m a couple of cheeseburgers
overweight. I warned you, you knew this was coming. But for you to
suddenly start acting like a spoiled child (”I’m gonna take my ball
and go HOME”) is totally unacceptable. You don’t see your brother
acting like that, do you?

Buck up, mister. I need to get back out there and run again, for my
mental health as much as anything.

My son has not stopped singing “Deep in the Heart of Texas” since we
left soccer. Why? I have no idea. He just started singing it.

He sang it while eating the rest of his dinner.

He’s singing it in the shower as I type.

And me? All I can think is how badly I want to see Pee Wee’s Big
Adventure right now.

I signed on to Netflix to see this message today:

Because you enjoyed:

Blade Runner: Theatrical Version
Blade Runner: The Director’s Cut

We think you’ll enjoy:

Blade Runner: The Final Cut

Hmm. Am I that predictable?

Are you a CTRL-V or a SHIFT-INS type of paster?

(he wrote this several years ago, btw, and this isn’t the whole song…)