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Nov
07

Why We Are Here, Again

A couple weeks back, I had to get an eye exam so I could get a new order of contact lenses. (As someone who — outside of my “Herald physical” — hasn’t been to a doctor since my early college years, being forced before medical professionals is something I appreciate.) While there, I noticed one of the techs had a Band-Aid on the back of her neck … based on what was peeking out from around it, it was clear she had it there because she had a tattoo her employer mandated she cover. You know, all the less to offend old people.

After the appointment, I headed to Subway — my favorite establishment in the category of “Things I Do To Claim I Actively Care About My Health.” The woman making my sandwich, while being very polite and a competent sandwich artist, had gauged ears. Which, to me, is about 50 times more disgusting than having some goofy symbol or butterfly on the back of your neck.

To be fair, gauged ears are usually the least of these people’s problems. Please bear in mind that link’s going to give me the willies for at least a couple hours.

In the car, I thought to myself, “if only I had a place to discuss this largely meaningless yet somehow notable slice of my life. A place where others could either rightfully ignore it or discuss similar situations. A place where, when something notable does happen outside the purview of Red Sox coverage, I could go and attempt to show I still know how to write.”

What the hell. I’m pretty sure I paid for this domain until like 2019.

Hip-o-ween

Happy hipster Halloween, 2011. I have no idea why my wife is flashing gang signs, or when Dwight Evans got so dark skinned.

5 comments

  1. Gorman says:

    I don’t know that I can put into words just how exciting this is.

  2. Mark says:

    Kind of miss the old layout. Maybe I’m just goofy for 2003.

  3. Vito says:

    Very happy to have you back.

  4. Kurt B. says:

    Holy crap. This is the biggest thing since appleflappen.

    1. JonCoochBU says:

      Wouldn’t have been the same without you.

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