“… I calculated the odds of this succeeding versus the odds I was doing something incredibly stupid… and I went ahead anyway.”

This is sort of a CliffsNotes for pretty much any chapter in my life. My memoirs in a nutshell, if you will.


“Fixing your Bible… Bible’s broken. Contradictions, false logistics… doesn’t make sense… So, we’ll integrate non-progressional evolution theory with God’s creation of Eden. Eleven inherent metaphoric parallels already there… Noah’s ark is a problem. We’ll have to call it ‘early quantum state phenomenon.’ Only way to fit 5,000 species of mammals on the same boat… It’s broken. It doesn’t make sense.”

Not For The Timid

“If you can’t take a little bloody nose, maybe you oughtta go back home and crawl under your bed. It’s not safe out here. It’s wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires both subtle and gross. But it’s not for the timid.”

The Paradise Syndrome

This guy just had one of the most surreal, awesome nights of his life. Not Shatner, I meant me. The only thing that could make this night better is some old school Star Trek, so I’m watching “The Paradise Syndrome” right now.

There’s really nothing that old school Star Trek can’t make even better. It’s like extra tasty nerd sprinkles on the hot fudge sundae of life.

2021 UPDATE: I have no recollection of writing this. I remember nothing about the night in question. But I wasn’t wrong about old school Star Trek. I rather like this mysterious little nugget of positivity. Have some pictures to go with it. I hope your nights are as good as mine apparently was. And listen to some Clapton while you’re at it. It’s a toe tapper.