Sometimes Parents Are Not Always Right
All in Other
In Hot Water Again (Thank God)
Procrastination, thy name is Al.
Dating: The Audacity of Hope (and Horniness)
Note: I DID NOT write this (however, I wish I had). This was written by ChatGPT, and is the first time I have ever used it.. This might be the best thing I never wrote. The prompt was: Conflict and Scotch write a new post about dating. I hate AI and one day they are going to write us right out of the script of life.
Oh-oh, Yes, I’m the Great Pretender
Impostor Syndrome: The persistent inability to believe that one's success is deserved or has been legitimately achieved as a result of one's own efforts or skills.
It’s Cotton Candy, How Bad Could It Be?
Somerset County, New Jersey is having their annual 4-H fair (August 6 – 7 – 8) this week. As I drove passed the open field filled with tents last night it reminded me of a corporate event that happened more than twenty years ago.
Born With An Expiration Date
My premonition on the day I’m going to die
What Happens When You Take the Road Less Traveled
I am a religious person (I think) but have never taken comfort in actually going to church. I went to church on Christmas and Easter (we are called Chreasters), and sat in the back as to not take someone’s seat who was there every week.
It’s The Summer of Seventy-Nine
It’s the end of October, outside my window the leaves have changed, the nights come quick, so what better time to talk about a shore house my friends and I rented during the summer of nineteen-seventy-nine in Seaside Heights, New Jersey.
Second Eye Blind
A few years ago I woke up, opened my eyes, and was petrified to find myself blind in my right eye. It was like a painted window, there was no sunlight except for a small sliver that fell in at the top.
Not Your Average Father's Day Story
It was Father’s Day a few years ago and the kids and I decided to do a tour of the Jersey shore. The plan was to start in Asbury Park, and then we would work our way along the coast to Belmar and then end up in Point Pleasant for a late lunch. In Asbury Park, as we walked the boardwalk, I got excited as we neared Convention Hall. I told the kids to follow me...
The Reason I was Speechless at Work
And it had nothing to do with starting a new job
Fat Man Running
My nephew, Joe, who is in the Navy and stationed in San Diego (poor kid) called my sister and told her that he signed up to run the Avon (New Jersey) 5K in June and that she and Uncle Al (me) should run it as well.
Where Comedy Is Queen
I have been to, officially, three comedy clubs in my life to see actual comedians. I’ve also been to many unofficial comedy shows in my life, but most of those were late night in bars and funerals.
The Proper A Tire For The Ride
For those who know me know I drive an old car. By old I mean a 2007 Toyota Corolla with over 299,999+ miles on it. I write + because the odometer stopped working (by design) at that number two years ago this July (happy anniversary, odometer, I hardly knew ye).
Coffee, Good to The Last Dropkick
I was not a coffee person, not as a teenager, not as a young adult, or as an adult. That was until I started to work in corporate America and then, boy oh boy, did I drink coffee.
This Concert Flew Like a Led Zeppelin
Most music I like, some music I love.
Live music?
Not so much.
Flushed With Pride
There is a theorem in science called Occam’s Razor which states that the ‘simplest, most elegant explanation is usually the closest to the truth.’
I am sure there are things in life that you can apply this theorem to improve many aspects of our lives, and make them better. However, while Occam’s Razor may be the best way to find the truth, I feel it may also be the best way to identify the perfect design of a form or function.
Of course, I’m talking about the bathroom.
I'll Take Scarves For Three Hundred, Alex
In life, we all learn lessons the hard way. I am here to help you learn this lesson the easiest way possible:
“Always ask the price before you buy something, anything – always ask the price.”
I Grok Conflict and Scotch
This is an analysis of my blog ‘Conflict and Scotch’ written through an AI software called GROK. GROK is a term coined by science fiction author Rober Heinlein in his classic, cult novel ‘Stranger in a Strange Land’.
To boil it down to its most basic meaning, to GROK is to understand.