RobZerrvations
Musings from a Meandering, Mischievous Mind
Write On!
I am a writer. There, I said it. It's taken me years to admit that that is what I truly am. Of course, I am really much more than that. I have a huge creative streak that manifests itself in so many ways, from creating art cars long before there was such a thing to playing in a band, painting a painting or two just to see if I could do it (I can), and building stuff out of recyclables, thinking at one time they were just models but coming to realize that they too are art. Writing, though, is...
Dating Hell.
I am absolutely gleeful this week. While I have been off the dating merry-go-round for a year now, now that I'm married, I never have to endure Dating Hell again. Let me admit, and I don't think it's a big secret here, I've hated dating my entire life. I like to blame it on my high school, where there was no such thing as dating. If you asked someone out once, you were going steady. That was the way it was. No casual dating for you. Small wonder why I never perfected the idea of dating someone...
Fred and Ginger.
I never used to like to dance. Yes, like most of us who grew up in the 1970s I knew how to do the Bump and basically move my feet and arms somewhat rhythmically to the music, but dancing, real dancing, that just wasn't in the cards. It's true that I did try the Electric Slide a time or two, but only in the interest of trying to get laid. No guy in his right mind really wants to dance. We only do it because 1) a significant other insists, or 2) we really want to sleep with them. That's how I...
Going To The Chapel… And…
I am getting married this week. I admit to having a bit of trepidation last week about the whole thing. It wasn't cold feet, mind you. It wasn't fear or dread either. Far from it. Rather, it was nervousness and a bit of anxiety, largely because I actually have come to understand how important and equally, amazing, this whole thing is. I guess I never really understood the gravity of marrying someone before. I know, I know. But I guess better late than never. I am one lucky guy. I don't think...
Feels Like The First Time…
It's no secret that I've been married before. I guess my children would be a dead giveaway, though I guess people don't even get married these days to have children. I grew up in a time when that was still pretty normal and if for no other reason, my two marriages were well worth it, if only because Becca and Parker came into this world. It's also no secret that I am getting married in another week or so. I have had friends ask me why I would do such a thing. People have asked Kat the same...
Button, Button, Who’s Got The…
I take pause on occasion to reflect on some of the things I've done. When I do, it both amazes me and astounds me, for I have found myself in some unusual situations, ones that I would have never thought up on my own, largely because they were either ill-advised or just plain stupid. I used to go to Port Royal, Jamaica a lot. For you non-piratical types, that's the place the buccaneers used as their home base so they could pillage the Spanish and generally make life miserable for their...
Hack! Hack! Cough! Puke!
There are times when I am almost positive that Sony hacked themselves in order to turn a so-so, borderline crappy movie into a big hit. After all, it's a brilliant marketing strategy -- make a bad movie, create a newsworthy situation that puts the spotlight on the movie and its production company, pull the movie because of "threats," then end up putting it out at the last minute and whip us into a patriotic fervor to the point that if we don't go see The Interview, we're simply un-American....
Wallet Wonders.
I have been a very lucky guy. Fingers crossed, I have only lost my wallet once. Well, misplaced it really, on a street, but we'll get to that in a minute. I have always loved the George Carlin bit about a stuff where he says a guy's wallet is the only thing he really needs when it comes to having stuff. It has everything we need to survive. If everything else went to hell in a hand basket, our wallets would be our salvation, containing almost everything we would ever need to drive, buy stuff,...
‘Twas The Night?
I've been in a state of flux this holiday season. I'm not sure exactly what is causing it, but I have a feeling it's a combination of things. Kat tells me that part of this flux is due to the death of my mom. Since she lost her mom last year just before the holidays, I think she has a lot of expertise in this matter. After all, this will be the first Christmas in 56 years without my mother. Sure, I was in Florida for eight years, but that doesn't really count, since we talked daily and always...
Well, Shells Bells.
If you live in the greater Seattle area, then you all know about Big Bertha. No, she's not that hooker you see walking up Aurora Avenue. I'm not sure what her name is. Instead, I'm talking about that giant drill bit that is supposed to tunnel its way under the waterfront and magically emerge near the Seattle Center. Things are going fine with building the above ground approaches, but that drilling bit, well, it's not going well at all. It seems Bertha keeps running into things. Things we love...
The Storage Unit.
I seem to have a lot of clutter these days. I'm sure we all do. Over the course of days, weeks, months, years and decades we seem to end up with more stuff than we really need. Thankfully, in my physical life, moving multiple times has shed me of most of my unwanteds. This was certainly the case when I moved back home to Washington. I left everything I thought I wouldn't need here there. It's very cathartic, this elimination of flotsam and jetsam in your life. The longer we live in a...
It’s Worth A Thousand What?
I happened on a treasure trove of photos last weekend. No, it wasn't in a box, though most of my analog memories are still stored in one down in the garage. Rather, this stash was hidden deep in my hard drive, marked with nonsensical file folder names such as KW-A. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. As a writer, I desperately want to cast doubt on that, largely because I make a living writing words instead of letting pictures do all the heavy lifting. It's not that photos don't...