Continuing on with why, even though they ate my cat, I still find it pretty hard not to admire the freakishly dog-like miniature coyotes that live in the canyon right behind my apartment: They’re handsome. The coyotes that live in the canyon in my backyard are a far cry from the mangy, Overtly Craven-looking coyotes that I used to know when, for instance, I lived in the desert. (Don’t ask. No, wait: Do! But later.) Desert coyotes look like …... Read more
Okay, so about the coyotes that live in the canyon in my backyard. Even though they are shameless gobblers of perfectly good house cats, I would nonetheless hereby like to offer the following reasons to admire the San Diego Backyard Canyon Coyote (wileyus eaturcateous), gleaned from countless hours spent sitting on my porch watching nature’s widescreen TV. They’re gutsy. A Tyronasauraous Rex couldn’t scare these coyotes. I see them all the time calmly patrolling around people’s backyards, like they’re the... Read more
I want to tell you about these hyper-organized, mini-coyotes that my wife and I see all the time. We live in an apartment in San Diego that’s so small our cockroaches are hunchbacked. That’s the bad news. The good is that connected to the back of our McUnit is a large deck that overlooks this huge, wild canyon. Many’s the time I’ve sat on my trusty lawn chair above this vast expanse of wilderness, and deeply reflected upon the wonder... Read more
I’m sitting at the beach right now on my little fold-out nylon-strapped chair, writing on my brand new used laptop. I am, naturally enough, feeling very Gilligan Goes Thoughtful. Very Californiay — which is good for me, since I’ve lived in CA all my life. So just now this seagull alighted near me, the way seagulls do when they’re pretty sure you must have something on or near you to eat. I don’t have anyhing on or near me to... Read more
(If you’re just joining us, I’m driving my wife Cat home from the airport, and haven’t yet told her that while she was away I became a Christian. She suspects something is going on with me, though. I’ve thus far denied it (I didn’t want to tell her while I was driving). She, Highly Suspicious that Something Is Up, has (lovingly) told me that she knows I’m lying.) “I’m not lying,” I said, lying. Yikes. Better make that right. “Nothing’s... Read more
Whenever I tell someone about my sudden conversion to Christianity, they very often ask me what my wife thought of the change. “Hey, man,” I often respond. “It doesn’t matter what my wife thought of it. I’m the king of my castle. If I’d wanted to become an indoor pig farmer, my wife would be fine with that! You understand? What I say goes! Besides, this isn’t about her! This is about me! It’s always about me. Me, me, me!”... Read more
This is the second, concluding part of yesterday’s First God Destroys, Then He Fixes. Both are mostly via text cut from the afterward of little book of mine called, Penguins Pain and the Whole Shebang.) It was at this point that I experienced yet another wonderful What The Heck Is Happening To Me? moment: My legs disappeared from underneath me. Gone. Buckled. Folded. Kaput with the leg support. Hello hard ground, foundation of human existence, it’s nice to see you,... Read more
One day I was sitting at my desk at work during a totally typical weekday, feeling regretful about a particularly immature, semi-destructive thing I’d recently done, when this feeling started coming over me that in about four seconds had my undivided attention. “What the [bad word]?” I thought?. The next thing I knew, I was very nearly desperate to be alone somewhere. It felt like warm water was filling me up inside — but downward, starting at just beneath my... Read more
So I’m sitting at my desk, and decide to do a little Major Speculating. And what I opt to start thinking about is the one thing that I’m afraid I always find pretty darn fascinating: Me. Actually, in those days (this is about ten years ago), thinking about myself and my life was something that I’d found myself doing more and more often—and it wasn’t something I took particular in doing pleasure, either. My life then wasn’t exactly what you’d call... Read more
Good morning! Or whatever time it is when you happen to read this!I hope you had a wonderful Easter. Though of course it’s pretty hard not to, ‘eh? He is risen, indeed! I, on the other hand, could barely get out of bed this morning. But rise I did, because I’m a busy guy with a schedule veritably packed with tons of exceptionally important things that I need to get done today. So I wanted to get as early a... Read more
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