Trust me, I’ve had these kinds of comments aimed at me in the past.
And woe to me if I ever raised the issue with anyone else.
On occasion, and probably more times than I care to admit, I will have a typographical error in my blog. I might not notice it when it goes to print, but when somebody brings it to my attention, I simply make the correction, thank them, and move on with my day.
Of course, this can also involve certain instances where a publication of record – hmm – might have a typographical error in their work. And you wonder to yourself, as you see these typos… “Hmm… this is a newspaper, don’t they have editors who check these things for accuracy?”
Continue reading “Don’t bitch about Adblocker if you can’t use Spellchecker!”
Sunday morning. With all the depressing, horrible, unfathomable news – both in my life and around the world – I needed some private time. And that “private time” meant bashing up a wooden crate for a future crate art project.
After taking out my frustration on the scrap wood box, I realized I would need some additional lumber. Okay, Sunday trip to Curtis Lumber, I can do that.
Ugh. Gas tank is low. Better stop at a Speedway and fill up.
Luckily for me, Speedway is running an August promotion where they’re offering gas discounts for loyal customers – spend $3 in purchase and you receive 10c off your gallon. Oh, you mean I’m paying under $2/gallon to fill up my car? Yes please.
Continue reading ““Were you checking out my ass?””
It’s been four months since the Albany Times Union and I parted company, and I left their blogging portal. In those four months, I’ve continued to write and blog and photograph, and I’ve moved toward new goals and new pursuits – as well as a new audience.
But lately I’ve received several phone calls from the Times Union.
And I’m not happy with the calls.
Let me explain.
Last week, the caller ID on my phone registered a 518-776-1010 telephone number. Local call. Didn’t recognize it. Picked up the phone.
Continue reading “Hey Times Union, tell your telemarketers to stop calling me!”
You know that old saying that “money doesn’t come for free”?
Yeah. I think that’s going to happen to me when I file my taxes next year.
Let me explain.
Continue reading “Uncle Sam’s gonna want my apples…”
Yesterday, I needed to take care of some errands. And one of those errands involved returning some framing materials to the local A.C. Moore hobby shop in Latham. No big crisis – I bought too many products for my project, and I wanted to return the unused portions and put that money back on my credit card.
I arrived at A.C. Moore. The place had a few shoppers, but it wasn’t very busy.
As I returned my materials and presented my receipt to prove i purchased the items at A.C. Moore … this happened.
Continue reading “The Incident at A.C. Moore”
Here’s my issue with telemarketers and cold calls. They give you this whole crock about how they love your (writing, photos, look) and they want to (promote your work, hire you for events, cast you in a movie), and although they (have no budget, want you to pay, still want you in the movie), they really want to have you accept (being paid in exposure, being supportive of charities, wear a bag over your face because you’re too ugly to be in the movie).
I pick and choose my charitable donations very carefully. And I mean VERY carefully. So when someone from a company called VIDA cold-emailed me about wanting to use my photos as part of a line of clothing and accessories … with the proceeds going to charitable Middle Eastern efforts … it intrigued me.
Then I actually read their pitch.
And it went from “I’m intrigued” to “what kind of horseshit are you trying to push me into?”
Continue reading “No, VIDA, you can’t have my photos…”
Nearly eighteen months ago, I learned that my good friend, bar trivia host Ryan West, was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer. He was only 31 years old at the time of the diagnosis.
Ryan’s friends rallied around their stricken comrade, and through all of Ryan’s next months of chemotherapy and treatment, they kept his spirits high and helped him every single day of this new journey.
And although the journey has been difficult – as it would be for anyone – there were moments of brightness and joy. He married his longtime love Clover, they traveled to far-off and amazing locales, and he received several personal tributes and cheers from a growing rooting section of friends, trivia associates, Ultimate Disc aficionados, and the like.
The journey’s not over. Every single day that Ryan adds to his timeline and to his lifeline is another day when cancer gets beaten back. Every day that Ryan lives is another day that cancer loses.
But we know cancer doesn’t completely go away. And these last few months, according to his blog, have been brutal. On April 4, his wife Clover posted on Ryan’s blog that his cancer is still growing, and new medications must be taken.
Son of a bitch. The cancer is fighting back. Continue reading “Help Ryan West Win the #RyFight”