The musings of a madman...

  I am no longer allowed to enter the hardware store nearest my house… “Why?” you ask? Well it has a great deal to do with the fact that my idle hands are often, in fact, the devil’s playground.  We will make that sentence make sense in a little while, but first we gotta explain that I get A LOT of time off of work every year and I have to use it or lose it.  We’ve discussed this and what I often do with that time before.  What is only apparent to people who are connected to me either very personally or on FaceBook is that every summer I take what I have come to call “birthcation,” wherein I do not work my full time job at all on the week of my birthday. July 1rd was my 45st birthday ($callmephlip if you’re still feeling residually gifty, I celebrate all month) and I was naturally scheduled off of work-work the whole week.  Rather than spend big money GOING anywhere, I used the time to relax and work on some household projects in between my random acts o...

  I kind of saw this shit coming… One could point to that premonition as the very reason for my recent commitment to rehabbing the Moe Phillips name.      As the both of you know I have been working from home since two days after Meka’s birthday in 2020. [ Phlip Note : HI MEKA!!! ] Since then, and as documented in these very pages, I have employed Moe Phillips in my miscreance as a means of making some semblance of fun out here in this fucked up world without the onus of facing the circumstances of my actions. … until I had to face the consequences of my actions.      Last Wednesday, I watched out of the window of my lower-level window as a Greensboro PD cruiser stopped in front of my house and sat there for a few minutes before approaching my door. Oh shit. Rather than allow them to get all the way to the door and excite my dogs with the presence of a stranger, I met them at the front porch… Me: “Good afternoon, officers.  ...