To me, a perfect pitch, well-timed, rant is a work of art. We should cut them out and frame them. We should make wallpaper on which the text of the rant is the design. There should be an awards ceremony the R.A.N.T.ies:
Raging Angry Name-calling Treatise
Nominate your best rant of the year in this comment thread or write your own. We’ll have a vote and the winner will win something – maybe a copy of WAIW?, if you’ve got one of those, maybe something else.
I don’t mind someone thinking that I’m a woman because I’m named Kelsey. But I DO MIND when that someone, after talking with me for a few minutes and surely discerning that although my voice isn’t deep and booming it isn’t the least bit feminine, calls me Mam.
Even if I needed more credit, Mr. American General Guy, I most definitely would not be getting it through you!
I’m the Donut King of Muncie, Indiana. Or at least I was.
No, not those kind of donuts. I don’t eat donuts, I do them.
Sunday I backed out my drive and executed quite possibly the most circular donut in the history of four-wheeled transport. Wasn’t it Da Vinci who could freehand a perfect circle? Well, my donut was kinda like that except way cooler.
After the donut, my wife, Annie, looked at me not the least bit impressed. In fact, she didn’t utter one word about how awesome the donut or I was. She said this, “You’re lucky you didn’t hit our mailbox.”
How un-cool is that?
We went Christmas shopping, stopped for pizza, and on the way home we decided to drive…
Made in Argentina, if you buy a pair of Toms the company donates a pair to someone in Ethiopia. I take shoes for granted, how about you? I never realized how much until I saw the kids at the Phnom Penh city dump walking through heaps of trash barefoot. Their feet were scarred and some of them had open wounds.
I don’t think I would wear them out. Not sure Indiana is ready for Argentine footwear, but I’m always looking for a comfy pair of shoes to kick around the house in.
Here it is in December and we’re still munching on the Halloween candy we bought to pass out to the neighbor kids. I wonder why? (You can read about this picture here. Thanks Emily!)
Give my interview with Larry Olson of The J.O.B. podcast a listen. Larry was a lot of fun to talk with, and, guess what, I didn’t directly endorse child labor! Woohoo! (My standards for a successful interview are quite low at this point.)
While you’re at it, subscribe to The J.O.B. Larry does some interesting stuff – prank calling a body guard school as a 5’4″ wannabe – and talks with interesting people – those guys who hold signs along the side of the road, dog walkers, travel writers, etc….
Yep, this is the one in which I endorse child labor. I was hoping that it went unnoticed or got edited out. It didn’t. From the show’s synopsis:
On the podcast, you’ll learn why he doesn’t like the term “sweatshops,” whether you should be protesting outside big-box stores, and why Timmerman says he’s not always opposed to child labor.
Give it a listen and tell me if I sound as stupid as I think I do.
Go listen to it or I’ll give extra lashings to this 8-year old mopping my floor!…
I’m the Donut King of Muncie, Indiana. Or at least I was.
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