Fishing Sucks

Fishing has always seemed like too much work to be fun and relaxing. You have to get your gear together and tie on those hooks and bobbers and then bait your hook with disgusting worms or chicken livers. It is smelly and hot and muddy and sticky and infested with bans of marauding mosquito like flies that bite. For the life me I don’t know why anyone would want to go fishing. That being said I do like to eat fish, so there’s that.


Ted asked me the other day, “What’s worse than finding a worm in your apple?” I was thinking of my response when he blurted out, “Finding a half-eaten worm in your apple!” This was so lame. Am I supposed to be the worm in the story? Why am I only half a worm? What happened to my other half? How did I get in the apple in the first place? Do worms eat apples? I don’t think they do.

Knowing When to Walk Away

At some point you have to be realistic and know when to quit. There is no shame in knowing when you’re licked. The shame comes later when you are alone with your thoughts. It comes and it comes with everything it’s got and it throws you to the ground. But later it goes away and you forget about it until it jumps out your closet when you’re on the way back to the den with a hot bag of microwave popcorn and your karate pants fall down because you weren’t wearing your karate belt, because you quit karate before you learned to tie it. But the important thing is it’s fun to try.

Gator Bait

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I used to love all the old Burt Reynolds movies. I remember one of my favorite characters was Gator McKlusky. Gator was a former outlaw that now worked for the law and was trying to bring in a crooked cop. I thought the short lived animated Saturday morning version was a mistake. However, I did like Casey Kasem as the voice of Ned Beatty.

The Thoughts in My Head