iPods: Making Me Act Out in Inappropriate Ways
Tweet I blame Anthrax for the potential lawsuit that might derail my technical communicator career. And for terrifying the young woman, at whom I bellowed an apology, thus frightening dozens of surrounding co-workers. But it could’ve just as easily been Billy Joel or Bon Jovi, Green Day or The Replacements, Garth Brooks or Godsmack … [...]
Read More →Jellybean and The Book of Norman
Tweet By Brett Buckner The dude sitting outside the pizza place looked befuddled when he saw me and Jellybean coming. We weren’t dressed weird or anything; I was wearing the corporate uniform of a short-sleeved dress shirt and khaki Dockers, and Jellybean was wearing a flowery dress. Rather, it was what Jellybean bellowed when she [...]
Read More →Punching Jellybean…by accident!
Tweet By Brett Buckner As they say – time is money. They also say that money is the root of all evil.
Read More →The Truth About my Lovely Wife!
Tweet By Brett Buckner Special to the Journal When you spend a significant amount of your childhood in the tiny town of Morgan, Ga. and it’s outskirts, there’s really only one place to have fun on a Saturday night – the skating rink.
Read More →Toes: A Jackson Pollack Painting
Tweet By Brett Buckner Special to the Journal With my legs tingling, my booty having gone numb long ago and beads of sweat gathering along my forehead, I held the small brush in shaking hands, poised only inches above a squirmy, itty-bitty toenail.
Read More →Comfort in the creepy
Tweet By Brett Buckner Special to the journal I find comfort in the creepy. That’s why I just love having Leatherface leering over my keyboard as I compose nonsensical sentences in my new career as a technical communicator.
Read More →Hamster smoothie, reality TV and Olympic speed-walking
Tweet There are certain terms that simply don’t belong together: Hamster smoothie, reality TV, Olympic speed-walking, and after a recent weekend, I’m gonna add another to this Resume of the Ludacris – relaxing with kids at the beach.
Read More →The loss of my man-cave
Tweet I can feel their eyes upon, looking over my shoulder like cheaters on a fifth-grade social studies test. They want to know what I’m writing and given my lack of sanctuary, these as-yet-unformed thoughts are open to public scrutiny.
Read More →Joys of Narcolepsy
Tweet All I remember was the floor speeding toward my face, then seeing several city council members staring down at me with startled amazement.
Read More →Movin’ on up
Tweet I’m going corporate … movin’ on up, like George and Weezie. But I’m not going to East Side, just taking a new job. Starting Aug. 7, I’ll be a technical communicator for an international credit card processing company based in Columbus, Ga.
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