Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 17, 2022
One day, Paul McCartney will be dead and that’s a fact I can’t wrap my head around.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 10, 2022
I have come to dislike and disagree with the phrase, “A writer writes.” Because some people who write are just typists.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 3, 2022
I’d like to create a corporate event that is subtly “Severance” themed. Waffle parties, baby goats, violent art installations, Patricia Arquette’s teeth chewing scenery…
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 27, 2022
Roxanne Gay’s guest column in the New York Times about being thin skinned and not having to take a joke is the best April Fool’s joke I’ve ever seen.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 20, 2022
The GOP sure does talk about pedophilia a lot. I talk about sailing a lot. Because I love to sail. So, you know… Maybe there’s some interest in kid-sex from the GOP.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 13, 2022
There is truth in stereotypes. Do your best not to be a stereotype.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 6, 2022
There’s a cop who lives down the street from us. They fly a Blue Line American flag. This week, they swapped it out for a green American flag with one of the stripes replaced with four leaf clovers with the Ireland flag colors in them. So, not only does this officer of the law degrade the American flag by flying ones with manipulated colors, they’ve incorporated another country’s flag into our own. Patriotism is strange. But what should I expect from an Irish Chicago cop?
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 27, 2022
One of the Oath Keepers pleaded guilty to sedition. Could be going to jail for the better part of a decade. Boy, those antifa folks sure are committed to the mission.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 13, 2022
I read a comic book to my son the other night at bedtime that I wrote. I haven’t read it since it was published six years ago. It’s not very good. Too wordy. When we finished it, the kid said, “I like that story.” He has terrible taste but is very kind.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 6, 2022
I wish I had more time to iron my clothes, write my stories, and read more books. Instead, I fart through the wrinkles reading work emails with the TV on.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 30, 2022
It’d be funny if Biden appointed Anita Hill to the Supreme Court. Of course, it won’t happen. She’d never accept. But it’d be funny in the most tone deaf, hateful way imaginable.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 23, 2022
There are only seven stories in the world. And the storytelling community continues to think we’re not bored with all of them.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 16, 2022
Parenting is sometimes you and your kid getting pissed at each other over how fast he eats his box of raisins.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 10, 2022
Want evidence that humanity sucks? Look no further than a parking garage and the way humans park far outside lines and leave their SUVs in spots marked “Small Car Only.”
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 2, 2022
The season one, second episode of The Book of Boba Fett should have been called, “Dances with Sand People.”
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 26, 2021
We all want to be new versions of ourselves with each New Year. But change is hard and it’s much easier to love the one you’re with. To tolerate the one you are.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Christmas Eve, 2021
Santa Claus is as real as the fact that this time next year, covid won’t be a problem.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 5, 2021
The first two minutes of And Just Like That, the Sex and the City spin-off, is worse than the entire day of Sept. 11, 2001.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of November 28, 2021
Shredded parmesan cheese tastes better than grated parmesan cheese. Fight me.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of November 14, 2021
In my opinion, pineapple can go on pizza. But the idea of drizzling gooey cheese on a piece of warm pineapple repulses me. I have been working through this complicated realization for a week now and the logic is not any closer to revealing itself.