Get in the car. Plug in the music player. Where will the road lead this time? Today the ebb and flow of thoughts have intensified. This is the escape, but that does not imply freedom. Pursuit is constant; only the role I play varies.

The fish died today. E Pluribus Unum, or E. Plurb for short, was snuffed out overnight. Yesterday he had been as giddy as ever, shotputting himself throughout his waterlogged homestead with characteristic gusto.

Look, I’ve got no beef with Greenville, generally speaking. But what in the wide world of sports is the deal with our electrical infrastructure in this town?

In the mid-80’s a cartoon series was broadcast that shaped a generation of dudes who needed the occasional break from people to watch a bunch of big honkin’ robots fight each other and transform into cool crap in the process.

Battles came to Charlotte and executed a concert for the ages, replete with intense concentration, melodic whimsy, and maximum energy.

Before I set out on the inaugural Chuck Norris Memorial Hike (as it has randomly been named) in California along with four others for the next 10 days, I’m just gonna post some crap.

Even now I feel the sting of defeat. Oh sure, I won my ESPN fantasy basketball league handily—an impressive feat given my previous lack of success with this particular sport. ESPN will be mailing me a t-shirt for my efforts, probably by the time we are using automated hover-cars for transport.

We thought we were ready. Each of us had dared to tread the boundaries of culinary heat previously in our lives, or so we thought. Nothing could have prepared us for the most wretched, most disgusting, most reprehensible chicken wings ever concocted.

Our bachelors’ pad recently welcomed a fifth member: Kuro Kuro, the black kitty of triumph. But you can call him Kuku for short. Not only is he highly personable, he possesses a very stately appearance with his oversized ears and long legs. Everyone who has met Kuku loves him.

I have had the special opportunity of “getting my grub on” recently at two Chinese bistros here in Greenville: Lieu’s and P. F. Chang’s. Aside from honing my chopstick skills to near adequacy, I savored the flavor of each restaurant’s take on the classic Kung Pao chicken.