When I was eighteen I went to work for my dad in his furnace repair business. Other than the paycheque, working under him sucked. If I was lazy minded, or slow, he would become extremely annoyed, always criticize and sometimes yell at me. If I asked a question that just a little bit of logical…
It’s so easy to quit Sometimes when stuck, in order to write again and defeat resistance, I start by lightly banging the keyboard with my fingertips, as if my creativity is a motor which has sat idle too long. I perform this arduous task without hope of victory — a doomed operation — because I…
I realize there are still a ton of newbies finding my site, mostly be searching some variation of “why won’t she text me back.” I don’t want to leave these soldiers in the cold, alone, without the knowledge that will raise them up out of betadom. Unfortunately I have very little interest in dedicating many…
Greetings noble reader (picture me on steed, with longsword in hand). This meagre blog is purposely sparse on the outer game advice. Rarely do I dispense verbal game tips like “say ‘xyz’ exactly after a back turn, wear a scarf, lean 67 degrees to the left and whisper with a lisp except when dipping your…
Watch Ceasar Milan dominate this territorial dog I’ll get flack from this from my little sisters, but you’ll learn more about picking up women by watching The Dog Whisperer than Vh1’s The Pickup Artist. Even though he gets bit, he doesn’t lose it. I’ve seen many men crumble at the first bite of a snarky…