In part one of this piece, I rambled on quite a bit about my first moments with skepticism, which led to becoming an atheist, the things I’ve had to hear coworkers talk about in the workplace, and I ended on fanaticism being dangerous, no matter what you believe in. There is no real cohesiveness to all of this. It’s more just thoughts and opinions I felt I had to keep buried because of my beliefs.
I thought it would be interesting to see how many words I writer, per day, during an average week of work. Now, I’m not counting news pieces which rely on […]
When I was around 9, I was brought to Sunday school. I never liked Sunday school, but because my mother was the daughter of a Canon, my sisters and I had to go, while my dad got to stay home. Why Sunday school existed never hit me, up until this point. We sat in a circle while some adults tried to keep us impatient folks quiet, and the school teacher told us the story of Noah and his ark. We had been told stories like this before, like about Jonah getting stuck in the whale. Up until this point, I had consider them nothing but that: stories.
Every year, I live tweet a bunch of award shows, mainly to check out who has the best beard. Comedians Jack Baker, Matt Drufke, and I started using #beardwatch on Twitter, last year or so, and this year, I decided to actually give away awards for different types of facial hair, except for mustaches, simply because there weren’t any worth mentioning.
For the past 6 months, I’ve kept Facebook extremely private. Prior to this, I had 1500 “friends” and collected friends like Pokemon. I am, in some very small form, some sort of public figure as silly as that sounds. I am a writer, and it’s what I am known for. However, between Facebook, Twitter, and Comic Vine, I felt my life had become way too public.
I haven’t been updating this site very often. There’s been a lot going on, but I just haven’t finished those particular blogs yet. However, I saw “30 Facts About Me” […]
There’s one aspect of my writing and my English in general that I feel like I fail at on a daily basis: my vocabulary. I’ve had conversations with people with these extensive vocabularies where I feel lost. Frankly, I feel like an idiot. Someone with a larger vocabulary than myself can be intimidating in conversation. When it comes to writing and talking, I didn’t spend my time learning new ways to say the same thing. That doesn’t make me stupid or less intelligent in any way. Words are a portal to ideas, and there’s many different ways to get ideas across. There is no right or wrong way to get a point across.