Huh.  Title “optional” it says.  Weird.  But, since I’ve been having a taste of the alcoholic nature this evening whilst watching “The Rum Diary” with my beloved Sweet baby,  thought I’d share a couple of quick things.  Also, as an experiment, I’m not saying shit about this on Facebook or whatever.  Just to see how many people are actually paying attention.  Ah!  A challenge!  Of sorts, I suppose.


Anyway, here’s a neat stat.  I started this blog at the end of July, last year (whatever the fuck year THAT was) and anyway, I  have had 31,443 people read it since then.  I think that’s pretty awesome.  It’s not the most.  It’s not like I work for “Cracked.”  But I like it.  Good stuff.  Thanks.  (I say this to YOU because I know you just read it, and are one of the people that “get it.”  Seriously.  Thanks.  For all the shares, likes, etc. as well as your comments.  And for reading my fucking dreck this long!)


And something else weird, ethereal, and awesome happened to me this week.  As some of you know, I work in the Radio Entertainment Industry (one of my very FAVORITE industries!) and so I found myself at a particular New Car/Used Car Sales Lot o’ FUN, MOTHAFUCKA!  Thi is one of the places we, the lowly “rock jock” find ourselves all the fucking time, trying to suck the teat of the corporate madre in order to pay our mortgage.  No matter.  It was okay.  $150 for four hours work.  Not bad.  No matter.  Because here’s the AWESOME part.  While I’m out there, talking to some old guy with a cane who had come there (ostendibly) to look at vehicles, I learned that he had owned an original German Opel like the one driven by a chick I crushed on in High School, but also had owned an original 3-cylinder Subaru.  Dude was cool.  Anyway, his kid(?) came up later and also spoke with me.  He didn’t say one word about the radio station I work for.  Instead, he said ‘Hey!  I read your blog!  I’m “Umm…yeah!” ‘  


That.  Was. Awesome.  Did he hear about this blog on the radio?  Good chance.  But what made me smile is that he was more interested in this blog than me playing Nickelback and telling dick jokes.  That made me feel really good.


So thanks, dude.  And thanks to you.  Seriously.  I want to kiss you.  (Some of you more deeply than others.)  As a reward, here’s my wife and me on our ten-year anniversary cruise.  We had walked all over the goddam Bahamas and were tired, hungry, thirsty, and sweaty.  Perfect.


18 thoughts on “Title…optional?

  1. Very cool. Always love to read your work! You have an arcane view so many people lack in this world. Keep it up!


  2. Love you and love your blog! I don’t care about dick jokes or your radio station (although I do enjoy all the on air talent). Love what you and Heidi represent for couples!


  3. 31,443?! Holy sheep shit, that’s quite a few reads Broseidon. Still, this blog deserves every reader. In the words of the legendary Ice Cube, “Don’t stop. Get it, get it.”


  4. Kick Ass. And just think…..this is only the beginning. It’ll be a pleasure to someday say ” I knew him when he was just a radio jock spinning “awesome” Nickelback hits.


  5. I don’t know if it’s you or the alcohol talking, but this warmed my heart. Thank you for being an awesome DJ and Blogger!


    1. ….and now you know that I am in the bushes. After reading enough of these, I could see this as a wonderful therapy….from the bushes.


  6. It was actually my father-in-law and he is a pretty kool old crazy dude. He has some stories if you enjoy listening to them. I did originally hear you on the radio but honestly once you lost the morning gig I stopped listening to that channel. I am more of a WOWO fan anywho (imagine that someone that listens to WOWO enjoys your blog). None the less, I am going to pass this along to my father in law, he will get a kick knowing that we made your day! Thanks for the free zaa as well!


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