Ten Years of Nonsense


Ten years. That’s how long I’ve been dumping my brain droppings onto the Interwebs with this here blog.

And through it all, The Blog Formerly Known As SickSenseOfHumor.net has seen its share of cosmetic changes yet one thing remains the same, at least for the most part: the content.

Yes, I started off rather brash with my opinion of local television coverage of wildfires. And for what it’s worth, my opinion of the coverage has not changed. I still find it unnecessary.

I’ve also let it loose on a certain church founder who believed that his church needed more money because attendance was down. Ahem.

Then for a long time, nothing of major significance happened – at least that I can recall off of the top of my head. Well, in 2013 tried to blog each and every day for a solid year and was pretty committed to it…
for 75 days at least.

I stopped there and took a little break. In fact, I even “retired” from blogging back in 2009.

It lasted two days.

tenThen, on a personal note, I decided that studying the way of the Buddha was probably the best thing for me since I won’t and still can’t commit myself to any one Christian belief. I did my best to keep that going and still dabble on occasion but figured that it’s just best to be good to people while you can. Buddhism can get complex if you’re not ready for it.

So as you can see, I’m like a bad penny: I always seem to come back, and I intend to keep it that way.

But enough about me. Let’s go over some blog stats.

  • Number of posts: 1,196 including this one. That’s an average of 119.6 every year or the equivalent of blogging around 1/3 of the year.
  • Total number of views: 105,583 as of this post. That’s pretty weak.
  • Best Day: 1,120 views. There is no link to the post as I deleted it once I felt that I had been duped on the information I was given, and by following links to the message board where my traffic was coming from that day. Let’s just say that it was on that day when I decided to trust my brother a little less on, well, everything he says.
  • Facebook followers: 20. Again, pretty lame.
  • Other followers and subscribers: 244 via WordPress and some more on Gravatar. I have no idea how to check.
  • Total comments: 1,429 and most of them are me replying to people.

So there you go. Ten years of blogging in the books. And yes, I intend to keep it going for however long I think I need to.

And now, if you don’t mind, it’s time to celebrate the only way us old(er) people know how.

Goodnight. I’m heading over to my Barcalounger and catching some zees.

Blogging 365, Day 47: After 20 Years…

Come June, Ann and I will have been joined in wedded bliss for 20 years.

And up to now we’ve done just small things for our anniversary, like buying each other jewelry (for her) and watches (for me) since those are the things we enjoy the most*.

But this year we decided to go a bit further just for the sake of doing it.


Anthony took this picture which is why I had to crop it so weird. Hey, he’s only 8.

That’s right. This year, since it’s the Big 2-0, we went ahead and traded in my Kia Rio for something a little bit bigger since we were concerned about everyone’s safety in the Rio and Ann’s Yaris, both small cars. We are now owners – fingers crossed that financing is approved** – of a 2013 Kia Optima and let me tell you, it’s quite an upgrade from the Rio.

This thing has power everything where the Rio had power nothing. The trunk is huge (space was also a concern with Ann’s Yaris) and it’s got the UOV Infotainment System which features Bluetooth, voice commands for radio, and even a backup camera.

Because you never know who or what you might run into.


We can even stream music from any device with Bluetooth. Really nuts. And it drives and handles incredibly. We’re very happy with it and we’ve only had it for hours. In fact it was so new that it was still wrapped in the protective plastic wraps when we first saw it and it only had 5 miles on the odometer when we left the lot.

So there you go. Happy Anniversary to both of us.

Well, I must head off to bed. I plan on cycling tomorrow morning since my 30-mile bike tour through the streets of L.A. and Chinatown is next Saturday and I haven’t gone riding in a long time. I don’t want Saturday to be the first time I’ve been on a long ride, so tomorrow I’ll try to do at least 15 miles. Gotta get ready for this.

Oh, and I went to a fitness boot camp this morning at a local park. And not to toot my own horn or anything but this old guy not only kept up with the trainers but also left younger people in the dust. I’m a bit sore but the pride I got from it was well worth the effort.

I just hope I can walk tomorrow morning…

* I’m kind of out of my watch phase but Ann still likes her jewelry
** It’s never been a problem but it’s always a nervous time after you leave the dealership


Me and Anthony (left) and Dad and me (right)

Thirty-five years is a long time but that’s exactly how many years that Dad’s been gone as of today. It’s not fair, it’s not right, and it’s not anything I wish upon any child.

But in his absence, I’ve learned to no longer cry (as much) over his passing. Sure, it will be sad as it usually is but there’s only so many times I can cry before realizing that he’s gone, an alcohol abuser but more of a victim of his surroundings, and there’s nothing that will ever bring him back.

I prefer to cherish those few memories I have of him and keep them with me as long as I live, and to be around as long as I can so that Anthony and I can grow old and experience the many great and wonderful things that Dad missed out on doing with me.

Dad, you’re missed even though I know you’re still around. I hope I’ve made you proud.

34 Years Later

dad It seems to be a tradition with me to post something about Dad each May 18th, the anniversary of his passing. The reason I do this isn’t so much to solicit any sympathy from you, my readers, but just to clear the air of any thoughts I might have on this day as each year passes by. It’s a kind of therapy.

This year, however, is especially bittersweet because in a mere 55 days, I will have outlived my father (15,122 days, to be exact). And to be quite honest, it’s a little strange to think about.

At this point in my life I couldn’t even imagine going anywhere. I’ve got a fantastic wife, one heckuva kid and despite being unemployed, my life is going fairly well. There isn’t time for me to die right now; there’s still plenty to conquer.

But while I’m definitely thinking of my own mortality more frequently now that I’m over 40, the thought of dying at Dad’s age 54 days from now is absolutely unfathomable. It’s impossible for me to comprehend, just as Dad’s passing was for the 7-year-old boy I once was.

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One Year Later…

It’s strange how I can go from one extreme to another in just a few posts.

Yesterday, I was recalling the proud moment six years ago when our son Anthony entered our lives. It was something I’ll truly never forget.

And to celebrate his birthday in 2009, we spent the day at Disneyland:

But don’t let the smiling faces in that picture fool you for one bit because as it was being taken, my life was being changed. This was evident by the e-mail I received from a former co-worker, who had just been given her “former” status.

The very next day, March 31, 2009, I trudged my way to work like I had done for the previous three years. I hopped on the train, made the transfer, exited the train, walked to our building, went up the stairs, put away my lunch, sat at my desk, clocked in at 8:30 using Lotus Notes.

By 8:31, I was being called into the HR office and by 9:00 my desk was free of all personal artifacts.

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