i’m astonished the world population continues to increase given the warnings in parenting magazines and on all children’s products that foretell of your baby’s imminent demise.

we’re headed to the grand canyon soon so natalie’s sister thought it would be wise to pass along this message. what the hell is she thinking? my wife thinks i’ve died in a car crash when i’m ten minutes late – did you see yesterday’s post?

grand canyon national park, arizona (ap) — a man was found dead after falling from a trail in grand canyon national park and landing about 500 feet below, a park spokeswoman said monday.

authorities didn’t release the man’s identity because they had not yet positively identified the body monday.
original source: cnn

natalie’s idea of on time is between 10 – 15 minutes early.
my idea of being on time occurs precisely at the time specified.
so to us, your late.

huge props to my friends for supporting me in overcoming my vietnamese coffee addiction.

you’re not even fucking serious about this coffee thing are you? -tld

why in the world would you abandon such a perfectly fine and HELPFUL addiction, she says as she drinks her second mug of custom blended, homeground, cafe au lait! -ky

its sad that some of the best stories can only be properly enjoyed amongst those sharing a similar affliction.

hello, my name is matthew feldt and i am a recovering vietnamese coffee addict. i have been dry for ten days. before you go scoff at my achievement you should check out the condition of a good friend of mine.

my relationships with inanimate objects are certainly not more rewarding, but then again, my relationships with people are certainly not less aggravating.

a year and a half of daily ideas and not only has my wife never read them, she just found out i don’t post over the weekend. guess we’d get killed on the newlywed game.

the gravity games came to cleveland this past week and after attending freestyle motocross the question is – how do you go about learning to perform midair maneuvers with a motorcycle?

it seems to me that everyone with kids feels obligated to caveat any perceivably negative remark they make about being a parent lest others think poorly of them. not so for me, i sorely mourn all the lost freedoms…

no content is better than lame content – so today you get no content.

i’m often reluctant to express my affection for something in fear that it may go away.