It’s 6:30 a.m. on a rainy Sunday morning. And while sane people all around me sleep in, not having to go to work or attend to any other pressing matters, I’m awakened by my autistic 4-year-old son — who, my wife informs me, has been awake for about an hour now — stealing my iPhone from the nightstand so he can play his regular early-morning round of “Snail Mail.” (In this popular game, you control a snail who races through adversity in outer space, picking up packages and delivering them to the finish line, which I can only assume is a cosmic distribution center of some sort.) She, meanwhile, is halfway through an episode of “Law & Order” (circa Dennis Farina) and nursing an 11-day-old girl.
R. Justin Shepherd
Since Sarah’s been slacking on the recipe tip, I thought I’d share with you a most delicious dish that I learnt from an older cousin-in-law of mine when I was ’bout 12. It’s called Mexican Chicken Casserole, and prior to my relocation to Little Mexico in Bowling Green some years back, was about as authentic a Mexican dish as I’d ever had. …Continue reading this entry
But they should. (Note that if you subscribed to the RSS on my fancy new microblog, you’d have gotten to read this at least two minutes earlier.)
Jan 112011
I’ve turned into one of those guys who only listens to new albums by bands he already knows. And it’s a shame. But I happened upon this after getting sucked into a few music blogs — and I really should be sucked in a lot more — and thought it definitely worth sharing.
The name’s Chris Bathgate; his website is here and the My Old Kentucky Blog post about him is here. …Continue reading this entry
Dec 232010
I live in a small part of Bowling Green, Ky., called “Little Mexico.” Unfortunately, it’s not named this because of warm weather and an abundance of cheap and easy-to-get psychoactive drugs, but simply because a lot of Hispanics inhabit it. This is great because there are three or four restaurants serving authentic Mexican food — tacos, tortas, even octopus soup! …Continue reading this entry
Nov 132010
It’s no secret that I’ve been working on a pilot for a TV show, based on my experiences running a coffeeshop in a midsize Southernish town. Though it’s a comedy, the show will be made up of pretty much true stories, only with better dialogue and lighting.
In that vein, allow me to present — in script form — an actual exchange between my actual self and an actual customer, one actual day sometime late last year. …Continue reading this entry
Oct 262010
This is Amaretto.
She’s a loving (if whiny) little kitty who wandered into my life just four days ago — meowwwing outside my door, seeking a little bit of food and a lot of attention. Being a sucker for cute girls kitties, I obliged; soon, she was following at my footsteps during neighborhood walks with the kids. …Continue reading this entry
Not too long ago, a “competitor” coffee shop near me went out of business. The owner — we’ll call him Master Tao — is an Asian man well-versed in the art of Kung-Fu. So well versed that there’s a Kung Fu studio (which is still open for business) attached to the now-defunct café. Like the vulture that I am (inside, I mean… outside, I’m a pale white guy), I paid him a visit in hopes of getting a good deal on some of his equipment. …Continue reading this entry
Sep 042010
NOTE: This statement has been edited for joke fluency.
“Ya know why communist construction companies are so slow? Because all the builders share one hammer.” …Continue reading this entry
Someday, far into the future — if we make it that far, despite the existence of guys like Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and Will Ferrell — people will look at photos and video from our generation and presume the following:
That 20th/21st Century Americans worship women with large, pointy, nippleless breasts and no genitalia. Historians often assign “maternity worship” qualities to past civilizations, based on finding dolls with large bellies. …Continue reading this entry
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