I spent all day Saturday stressing my brain to the limit, trying to think of something I could post on this blog that would amaze and inspire readers everywhere. I found nothing until almost midnight, when I had a brilliant thought. I’d borrow stuff that originated in other peoples’ minds and expound on it. The idea for this post, and probably many others, was born.
I decided to begin a category of posts called Quoteables as a trusty way to help me blog when I don’t have a clue what to write about, which is often. I simply went to a quote website, chose the first quote I came across and told myself I would write what I thought about it, no matter what it said. Here are the first words of wisdom.
Click here to see who’s Quoteable
Well, it’s almost that time again.
Valentine’s Day will be here in less than a week, and there’s not a thing in the world I can do about it.
I can’t stop the calendar, but I can ask a question that recently came to my mind.
Editorial Note: When this post was written this blog actually had audio. It no longer does, at least not yet. I had to put the “listen now” button on this post because I mentioned it later. However, you cannot listen now.
At long last, Casey’s Column is now equipped with audio.
Now you can listen to the blog wherever you are, and you don’t even have to click the great audio button I once spent several hours making.
What is this new development, and how do you take advantage of it?
Keep reading, or listening, to find out.
I‘m not sure why, but I have had an unusually long string of bad days lately.
I didn’t believe it was possible, but today I found out there is some truth to the old saying that no matter how bad things get, there’s always someone worse off than you.
This is weird, and I don’t know what to think about it.
I am typing this post with a new keyboard in an effort to improve my typing speed, so I can, in turn, improve my prospects for employment.
There are several things wrong with this situation — none of which are likely to get better as a result of this new contraption — which I will explain as soon as I find the backspace key.
The moment has passed, the day has dawned and gone.
Football season has officially begun, and what an opening week it was. Handshakes and brawls, underdogs and upsets, week one had it all. Here are some of my observations from the first weekend of meaningful football.
I‘m sick — and I’m not just talking about the cold I’ve had for a week (The one that attacked me in the night with enough ferocity to kill a lesser man and slightly harm Chuck Norris).
I’m talking about Football Fever.
I just finished watching the All-Star game, and while I wait for the second half the
ridiculously long baseball season to begin I came across some letters expressing several concerns with some questionable aspects of the game.
Since I’m sure nobody wants to hear about the time I ate cabbage soup, or the time my buddy flipped my golf cart or the time I got broadsided at 65 miles-an-hour, rolled my truck three times and landed upside-down in a ditch, I won’t tell you about those just yet.
I will tell you about something a little less life-threatening, but almost as memorable.
I‘m doing this
so Mama Kat doesn’t yell at me for not doing my homework for fun.
Here are some book titles that were scrapped seconds after I thought of them and realized somebody will make real reality TV and Brussels sprouts that taste good before I’d be able to come up with the first page. (more…)