OddThinking

A friend has suffered from mass layoffs at his company. However, it is 2007, and there is a Facebook group for all the ex-employees to join and offer each other support…

As further evidence that I am a sad, sad nerd, I proffer a story from a long, long, long time ago, that I really should have let go by now.

During an interesting stage experience that I had about three weeks ago, the MC was quite supportive, concerned that I was dying on stage. “Maybe that was a bit intense?” he suggested.

On Sunday, while looking for something else, I stumbled across a journal that I kept for six weeks in 1991.

So, what did I discover about my twenty-year-old self?

Here’s a trivia question for you: In which direction does a wombat’s pouch point?

The answer will surprise you!

Somebody noticed blood on his car, the police became involved and Joe was detained.

It was in the early 1980s. My brother and I were working on our homework. My father, Joe, decided to have a little fun.

Joe decided to put an academic spin on the old prank of sending out the apprentice for striped paint or a long weight.

My father, Joe, smoked cigarettes when he was younger, but he decided he wanted to give up.

My father, Joe, introduced John W. to the love of skiing. Soon John was just as keen at skiing.