Author: Mark Egge

“Yeah. I’m not in to sports. If I found out that I had athlete’s foot, I’d think that’s not my fuckin’ foot!” -Mitch Hedberg 1) Ben. Harper. Was. Amazing. It’s quite disappointing how few people are aquanited with his music, given his exceeding talent, charisma and musical diversity. If America didn’t suck, Jessica Simpson would […]

Ya-hey. 1) My mom makes the world’s BEST strawberry-rhubarb pie. Hands down. 2) My mom also believe that Harry Potter books are bad because they discuss sorcery. 3) You win some, you lose some. 4) Right now, I’m losing. Apparently, my host doesn’t allow RSS feeds to be run. For the time being, my RSS […]

Ya-hey. Well, I’m not actually counting the days. Well, maybe I am. Regardless, the post title comes from the Collective Soul song, not from my state of mind. Even if I am counting the days. Right-o. As it happens, I’m listening to Collective Soul very quietly, mostly because I can’t get my door closed because […]

Six? Hmm. Just a guess. So. Officially, I’m doing “landscaping” for Heartland Homes. What I’m quicking learning, however, is that landscaping is nothing but a fancy term for moving dirt. Lots of dirt. And you just keep moving it until things look good. Sometimes you add some rocks on top, or put some grass on […]

Chester and I danced tonight. And as we did, the world was beautiful and loved. I loved Chester, if only for his grace and poise– the flowing gait of a well-bred English Setter. We danced through the valley, and I loved its air, if only for being cool and full of the smell of summer. […]