The musings of a madman...

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     Being mad and angry will sap the energy out of a person.  I don’t have a lot of that to spare, and none laying around just to be giving out and shit, so I tend to no let things get to me a lot of the time.  The beauty of staying cool under the heat is how that in itself is enough of a response to send whomever is acting out deeper into their rage.  Try it when you get bored.      Another thing I do is apply silly humor to an otherwise serious conversation if I feel it might head in a direction that might soon turn too ugly.  Mainly, this is done to make someone who did not want to be amused laugh at you anyway to diffuse a situation. Scene 1: Mimi: “Phillip…” Me: “Yes, dear?” Mimi: “I appreciate you cooking, but how, I mean how is there food on the CEILING?” Me: “My creativity is not the type to be easily contained.” Mimi: “Well can it be cleaned up after?  How come when I cook, I wash dishes but when you cook, I wash dishes?” Me: “…” Mimi: “Hello?”

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1,259 Days

Dad: “Alright, baby…  It’s time for bed.  Brush your teeth and come on so I can tuck you in.” Daughter: “But daddy…” Dad: “No, no buts.  I gotta get you to school and your mothers to work in the morning.” Daughter: “I just wanted you to tell me a bedtime story.” Dad: “Oh…  Okay.  You all tucked in?” Daughter: “Yeah.” Dad: “Well…  Once upon a time, there was a revolutionary man who knew that there was nothing to be gained in standing around in this world waiting for anyone to do for you what you wouldn’t – or as it were – couldn’t do for yourself. Rather than begging for it from people who really had nothing invested emotionally in his success, he started a non-profit.  With it, he would open a school for young black boys and teach them to become standup black men.  What would happen from there would allow these brothers to grow to become strong black leaders who themselves would teach younger brothers after them to grow up to do the same and finally break t

1,260 Days

More accurately, this should be named “Lottery-Winning Chicken FILLING” and I will explain why in a few. For what seems like it should be an involved recipe, this was actually pretty simple.   First off, you will need supplies: 1 Large boneless/skinless chicken breast (or you can buy and deconstruct a rotisserie and use the chicken from that), finely chopped. 2tbsp cream cheese 1tsp minced garlic ¼ cup half-and-half 1 cup frozen cauliflower, roughly chopped 3tbsp pesto (or basil, should you lack pesto) 2tbsp sundried tomatoes, drained and chopped 1.5 cups Italian blend shredded cheese Start with oil in a pan.  We used garlic-infused oil so we used 1tbsp, if you use regular oil, you might need two. Sauté the cooked chicken with the oil and garlic first: Then add the half-and-half and cream cheese and cook until the cream cheese melts, then add EVERYTHING else (only 1 cup of the shredded cheese though): Cook through until well mixed.   Add

1,261 Days

Wait until a random Thursday and call your next of kin… “[next of kin], I died in my sleep last night.  It is on you to plan this funeral.” Hold on a minute, I know that seems morose as fuck, but I am going somewhere with this.      When we’re at funerals, they tell us not to be sad because it is over, but to smile because it happened.  To celebrate the life of the loved one that you now have to bury and not to lament overt the loss.  What better way to celebrate a life than to do it while the person is still around and sentient to the love they’re receiving?      Lady and gentleman, I present to you…  The living funeral.  It is not a concept I came up with, it is one I kind of read about daydreaming for this post. The takeaway, though is let me have my flowers while I can still smell ‘em. In my family, the day of a death, the phone calls are made post-haste with mind on getting the body into the ground as quickly as possible.  So if you make that call on Thursd

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