It would be an understatement to say that I've been addicted to video games for the past few months. I bought an Xbox One back in June to play through Batman: Arkham Knight (which I beat 100%, including all that pesky nonsense with The Riddler (which my phone wants to auto-correct to "The Toddler"))...
I’m not much of a poet but..."A man wears a humorous FCUK shirt, The world let’s out a sigh." That’s what I thought the other day when a man walked by me in a plain white t-shirt with black letters that read, “I don’t give a FCUK.”
I say a lot of weird things, I hear a lot of weird things, but sometimes I just hear something that does not compute. Case in point, I was out late with a couple of people the other night and they wanted to stop into McDonald's. The craving was over McFlurries, McDonald's soft-serve ice cream mixed with candy.
In all the years I lived in Boston and commuted to Government Center, an area next to city hall, an FBI building, and multiple tourist attractions, I was randomly stopped once by police so they could check my backpack for bomb-making residue. I'm not saying they should have checked me (or anyone else) more often but even as a casual observer, these random searches didn't seem like a great deterrent for would-be bombers.
Goodbye 2015! It was a big year for this blog. Before a little vacation in December, I was able to get up a post every five days since the middle of July. This year, I plan on continuing that trend. As the great Kang once said, "As a young boy, I dreamed of being a baseball; but tonight I say, we must move forward, not backward; upward, not forward; and always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom!"