I think I turned to my then girlfriend, now wife and said, “Do you ever wonder what kind of dinosaur lived where this house right now?”
She answered, “What made you say that?”
"That’s how my brain works."
I penned an Internet column of the same name before this blog, and I only wrote random thoughts I had throughout the day. Lots of snack food thoughts. I tend to wander when I’m forearm deep in a box of Cheezits. Go back far enough, and you’ll see more. Or click random at the top.
Since getting on tumblr, I’ve noticed I’ve had to incorporate more pictures, but I hope the heart of this stuff is still the genuine, stream of consciousness thoughts.
- I’m not a fan of the Real Housewives of NJ, but I’m a big fan of greatness anywhere, and the RHNJ Reunion Show was the greatest reunion show in the history of reality television. Believe that.
- You wanna make your meal classy? Buy one of those metal domes with the hole in the top to cover your dinner plate. Put it on before you sit down. Take it off just before you wanna to eat. That metallic “wong” sound it makes when you lift it off makes you feel like you’re at the Four Seasons, SON!
- Whoever created the word “dipshit” must have killed it on the unveiling. Can you imagine hearing that word for the first time ever? Shut the room down funny. Rule for saying “dipshit”: hit the “p,” hit the “t,” and you’re good.
- The red-dipped ice cream cone ALWAYS SEEMS like the right answer, but never is. Other things that fall into that camp? Lysol spray.