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(We return to KC's Nuptial Adventure with Dirty Mike, KC's old college roommate.)

We were at a Chinese hall for a Chinese wedding. I was determined to stay relatively sober for this wedding, so I could remember it, given that I would be leaving the country in two weeks and wouldn't see my friends for a year. Read More »

Many of you may not know this about me, but my idea of a "good time" isn't to go out and get drunk in order to lower my inhibitions and have an excuse to make a total fool out of myself; I generally don't have any problems making a total fool out of myself sober, on a daily basis, anyway. Read More »

Sub-prime mortgages, credit default swaps, Lehman Brothers, Snooki, TARP funding.... Like teenagers, I don't understand these things, but I can unequivocally express my unease and unrelenting distain for them.  The course of the past 10 years, Afghanistan, Iraq, failing infrastructure, and silly bands are all warning signs of the approaching apocalypse and have led me to the inevitable conclusion that our nation is tumbling into the annals of history's vast collection of failed democracies.  Read More »

The Extreme Makeover: Home Edition^TM bus is shown ambling down the highway towards its generic Midwestern destination. Read More »

I go to a lot of weddings. Every year I write about the love, liquor, and languishing that goes on at the nuptials I attend. This year, I received an all-time low amount of wedding invitations. Mostly because my friends are all married (or hopeless), but also because I planned on moving to Korea. So this event would be my last wedding in America for a while. Read More »

Departments in big companies have an unspoken hierarchy. The hierarchy changes a bit in different companies but typically it's the same department at the bottom: Facilities. Facilities is the bedrock on which every other department poops. Read More »

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Jesus' fitful, drunken slumber was interrupted by the sensation of cold steel against his forehead. He opened his eyes to find himself staring up at the underside of a double-barreled shotgun. He panicked. His heart raced. He was not prepared to die again, at least not so soon, and he felt genuinely afraid until he realized who was on the other end of the shotgun. He relaxed. Read More »

You may or may not have noticed, but I haven't been writing as much this summer as I have in the past. The reason for my little writing hiatus is that, by the very definition of summer, it is sunnier outside than the rest of the year (duh), meaning that I'm probably outside playing. Read More »

I just found this. In case you haven't been watching my every Tweet, blog, and step, I've relocated to the ROK—The Republic of Korea—for at least one year. But I needed to do some shit in America first. Here is my American Bucket List.

1. Go to a Baseball Game with My Brothers Read More »

If you've been following the news lately, which I haven't, you'll probably see a lot of anger in the world. Some of it is from a populated cornfield burning LeBron jerseys and Read More »

So I left the USA—my home for 30 solid years—to teach English in the ROK (Republic of Korea). Moving made me sad. But, my friends threw a party! Read More »

I wake up in a twin bed. My mouth is dry and my institution-issued cotton pants are vacuum wrapped to my legs with sweat. The wall clock, illuminated from the light bleeding in from the hallway, reads 3:14am. I'm withdrawing, scared, tired, hopeless. I look toward the opposing end of the room and see my roommate Jeff. Read More »

Companies have the upper hand over job applicants because there are more people than there are positions to fill. Such are the laws of supply and demand that companies demand you supply them with hours of your time before they will let you anywhere near a job offer. Read More »

So I just want to get some stuff off my chest about this whole Mel Gibson drama that has been going on. I've heard the tapes. I've read the backstories about him and his ex-girlfriend Oksana Grigorieva. Hell, I've even made countless jokes about the both of them on Facebook and Twitter. For the record though, let me say that domestic violence, of any kind, is NOT funny in the least. Read More »

I'll tell you this right now, I wouldn't invite Mel Gibson to a Jay-Z concert but I wouldn't delete his number from my phone either. If you are new to Planet Earth than let me tell you briefly about Mel Gibson. Read More »