General observations from my point of view of this amazing, crazy world. December 31, 2012 1 Comment. com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog. Click here to see the complete report.

Leopard in a tree with a kill. That was my safari wishlist. Where we stayed for our first day on safari! Lion cub, Mala Mala.

Jake of All, Master of None. Saturday, March 26, 2011. Seriously, though, I am not a doctor, but I have common sense. Every year, I am subjected to a flu shot. You know what is in that shot? So, why do some people act like you have the plague when you cough in their general vicinity? Friday, March 11, 2011.

Without a roadmap or compass to guide me, I am drifting purposefully through life. The only way to understand our direction forward is by looking at the wakes we leave in our past. Eat fast food 2x month.

It took a while to get everything boxed up, the garage and attic cleaned out, and then sweep up the files before the final move. And low-tech-self-esteem bolstering empowerment from Elaine Griffin.

Thankfulness and the November 2012 Total Money Makeover Update. Which offers ready-made and custom comic book wallets, greeting card, and journals.

Just like Moby Dick, but shorter and less whale-oriented. Illustration of what George Soros might look like as a duck. It was very nice to see that many people join together for a common goal. His Royal Orangenish tweeted about it just a few days ago.

Visual Thesaurus for the Right-Brained Writer. I buy books based on their cover. 20 Best Gifts for Writers. The time of year you start giving gifts to the writer in your life.

Take two pills and call me never. Are you or someone you know suffering from pharmaceuticalitis? Do you sit down to watch television only to be constantly interrupted by a steady barrage of commercials featuring a moderately-attractive silver-haired woman holding a red balloon while riding a bicycle through a field of lavender? .

These dreams go on when I close my eyes,. Every second of the night I live another life. Her eyes jerked open, and she stared from her bed upwards into the silent, crimson eyes of her tormentor. These bouts had increased over the last few months, and it was now a rare blessing to make it through a week without one. Hannah strove to control her revulsion and terror.