Fickle Science or Can I have my damn steak or not?

Sometimes, science is a fickle bitch. Okay, that’s not really true. Science is just fine. It’s steady and consistent. Science only ever really changes when you find yourself in weird corners of the universe like the event horizon of a black hole, or the quantum vacuum, or literally anywhere in …

Coming Clean with Kolaches

My whole life is a lie. Okay, let me get a hold of myself here. I need to vent this out.  Holy shit. Years ago, before my grandmother passed, she bestowed upon me one of the most sacred things in our family, a copy of a recipe. Now this wasn’t …

Tacos… and My Alien Son

I’m starting to think that my son might be adopted.  Sure, it’s a little late to come to this conclusion since he’s an adult, but… He can’t possibly be mine. Or Evil Fire Breathing Dragon Lady’s, for that matter. He might look like us, even act like us in many …

Me and My Tattoo: Popping the Cherry

Here we are. It’s Friday. Time for Evil Fire Breathing Dragon Lady and I to have our respective delicate fleshes repeatedly jabbed and poked and carved with a foreign, chromatic substance that will irrevocably incise our epidermises with the branding of an entertainment franchise. AKA… get our video game tattoos.

Me and My Tattoo: a Match Made in Hesitancy

I blame my kids for a lot of shit. I mean, they’ve taken so much from me. Time… money… okay, mostly time and money, but these are legit things. If I hadn’t had kids I’d… I don’t know, have more time and money? And just maybe having a tattoo. Just …

Solo’s Fatal Flaw

When it comes to any big fandom movie in general, everyone seems to have an opinion, but with Star Wars, the “old school” fans can get even more contentious. And, since I remember seeing most of the original trilogy in the theaters, I guess that makes me old school, so …