It’s never easy to swallow down a big plate of crow or digest one’s own words or any other flowery way of saying “I was wrong, dawg;” so I’ll just frigging say it… Later. First… I must explain…  Now let the nice man blog and stop asking me what this has to do with Snooki.  I know you love her and I know she totally rawks your face and all that other silly shit.  I am a man plagued by...

I just want to put up a short post and thank the ladies over at All Things Girl for making me their “Man On Monday” on March 7th 2011.  They did a really nice write up and interview about me and I was absolutely stoked to appear in their Ezine.  I mean, I’m in there with Trace Adkins, Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Marcia Clark, Stephenie Meyer and tons more (listed in no order, of course–they’re ALL bigger than...

FIRST!  FIRST!  ME!  ME!  I WROTE ABOUT IT ON THE FIRST FRIGGING DAY!  FIRST! FIRST! Okay, now that THAT’S out of the way.  Yeah, big frigging deal.  I wrote about Radiohead’s new album “The King of Limbs” the first day it was available.  Notice how I am writing about it LATE in the day?  Yep.  Suck it, firsties.   Being first doesn’t mean being best or even being frigging coherent.  I should...

Artificial intelligence… Doesn’t have frig all to do with this blog.  So take your Syfy ass back to the nerd forums! Nah… I’m just kidding.  I’m a nerd too.  It’s all good baby.  You’re among friends.  Be of good cheer… We’ve almost eliminated the jocks!  Internet porn and Farmville have done their work rather well at turning the population into pasty, nerdy recluses like us.  Our...

I’m straight slangin’ videos, homies.  While this isn’t technically the “first” video I have ever made; it is the first actual video I have ‘made.’  Does that make sense?  Nah, doesn’t to me either… Especially since the more discerning of you will notice there isn’t any actual film or pictures in this particular video–the first in a series of all my songs to be set to...

Vicki is fond of saying, “Everything doesn’t have to be a home run.” I wasn’t aware my red hot smokin’ wife watches Nascar; but hey, it’s all good.  I prefer to play G.I. Joe.  (thank you, dear lord, sweet baby Jesus). So in an effort to not smack one out of the park and make pole position, I bring you a very short blog: I have a free album that you may download.  You do not have to pay for this album...