The Mighty Sea Moose

Is it a mythical creature roaming the deep, sighted by a lucky few who to this day hear and repeat its majestic cry? Could it be a Dominican delicacy? Can Moose be a verb? All this and more after the break! Or, more likely, the random stories and musings -- on life, music, arts/entertainment, politics, sports, travels, weather, the gratuitous use of parking brakes, condiments, space/time continuum paradoxes and foam rocket warfare -- of a man who, it is told, sounds like a Sea Moose.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Day 1: Still tired from the move

OK, I probably used that title in one of my travel blogs. Screw it, I don't care.

It's Day 1 of 2014. All sorts of resolutions on my brain.

1. Get in (better) shape. Track progress with selfies.

2. Write. Don't know what. But write. Maybe every day. Track progress with this blog. That nobody will see. But whatever.

3. Figure out what I want to be when I grow up. And get on it before I turn 40. Which, horrifyingly, isn't all that far away. At all. What the hell?

So that's that and this and that. More topical and ridiculous and opinionated and humorous in future posts. Maybe.

Or on Day 2, everyone will talk to me like I'm an idiot.

(Steven Wright jokes from "I have a pony." Download it.)