July 15, 2021 in Dag

Well didn’t I just put the moz on myself

Well I suppose it had to happen. Here I was tempting fate. In effect, raising a finger to the world. And I couldn’t expect the world to ignore me. There was no way I was going to get away unscathed. I had to suffer the consequences.

I know. I’m probably making even less sense than I usually make (and that’s saying a lot). But bear with me. Things will start to fall into place.

July 8, 2021 in Dag

I’m not anxious or depressed – am I?

Mental health seems to be a pretty hot topic these days, doesn’t it.

In these times of pandemics and lockdowns and political divisions and hyper-partisan politics and social media angst and trolling, psychology has definitely become a hot-button issue. And as far as mental conditions go, there are two that seem to be especially prominent – anxiety and depression.

July 1, 2021 in Dag

2021 – you’re halfway done

Well, we did it. We just crossed over the halfway point for 2021. Hello July. Welcome to the second half of the year.

It feels like an odd sort of milestone. After the hardship of 2020, this was going to be the year when things started looking up again. We’d reached our collective low point and were ready to raise our eyes to the sky. So how have things actually gone in that regard?

June 24, 2021 in Dag

Sorry guys, it’s protein, fat and carbs

Here we go again. Time for me to find something to whinge and complain about. Time to give free rein to my grumpy side.

So what topic can I find to grumble about today? I’ve got it. The perfect candidate.

Cooking shows.

June 17, 2021 in Dag

I really like the funny – but not in my music

Funny is important to me.

I like trying to be funny. I’m not sure if I always succeed, but hey, it’s good to have aspirations. My family and my workmates may have to regularly suffer some of my less memorable attempts, but isn’t that the price of success? In order to come up with a truly memorable zinger, you need to throw off numerous verbal mediocrities. And somebody has to be there to listen to them, don’t they?