Y’know, one of the great things about having your own web space is that you can say whatever you want, phrase it however you want, and cloak it as much or as little as you want. Behold the list. I Am Sick to Death of: people who assume no responsibility for their actions those who laugh [...]

… just for good measure. Sometimes, when my high school choir has exasperated me to the point of utter despair, I tell them, “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you. Please tell me you’re doing this to me on purpose.” I get blank stares, revealing nothing. And life goes on, inside my little Hitchcock movie. [...]

…and the Scrooges. Take a hundred-fifty 10- through 14-year-olds and put on a fun, uplifting and (if I do say so myself) quite musical performance, and all some folks can do is complain. I felt bad for my superintendent last night. He couldn’t even watch the first choir because he was trapped out in the [...]

That is the sound of someone enabling his asinine and completely irksome and useless car alarm, followed by me visiting the hood of the vehicle with a 16-pound sledge hammer. Bang. It’s dead. Few things annoy me more than car alarms. (Can you tell?) And I got my reasons. Behold: 1. They’re loud. Have you [...]

It’s been awhile. I usually leave consistent ranting to others, but there’s been a buildup lately. And no, I’m not trying to be Debbie Downer or little black cloud here, but honestly. I’ve had about enough. 1. Miley Cyrus’s faux smooch. Please. Spare me the righteous indignation. Think about all the sexual crap we’re bombarded [...]