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…)
Time for another weekly assignment from Mama Kat. I’ve been away from the blog for a while, but I’m gonna bend the rules a little and explain what’s kept me away for the past few days.
I am a teller of visions and dreams.
Sometimes what you see means more than it seems.