WildEyed Loon

  • Retrospective – The Realization

    Retrospective – The Realization

    I was standing in line at The Moth in Seattle, my story ready, waiting for a couple of my new storytelling friends to show up. The doors open and we start heading in. I get a message. They won’t be able to be there, and they wished me a Happy Birthday. Others had cancelled earlier.…

  • The Modern Day Trolley Problem – The Loss of Decency

    The Modern Day Trolley Problem – The Loss of Decency

    The Trolley Problem For those of you who haven’t heard of it, it’s a thought experiment that has people grabbling with an ethical issue. And no one has solved it to the majority’s satisfaction. In a nutshell: You are standing at a lever in a train yard. The lever lets you change the track to…

  • There Are No Answers, Only Choices

    There Are No Answers, Only Choices

    The search is on. You know the search. It’s the search for answers. We all do it. Why am I here? What is my purpose? What am I supposed to be doing? What is the right answer? It goes on an on. We consult career counselors, psychics, tarot card readers, our parents, our friends, our…

  • Anatomy of a Chocolate Addiction

    Anatomy of a Chocolate Addiction

    It’s day five of my chocolate sensitivity test. Last Tuesday I decided to go off chocolate, for a while, to see if it would help me with my issues. What are the symptoms of my issue? Glad you asked. I always have a headache. It’s behind my eyes and is deep inside. It makes my…

  • There Is No Spoon – The Desire to Wake Up

    There Is No Spoon – The Desire to Wake Up

    I was rummaging around Crackbook a couple of days ago and came upon a link for an interview with Keanu Reeves from Esquire. So, click… the first paragraph… “He sits in the black leather booth of a Paris brasserie, a porcelain cup half full of cappuccino by his elbow, thumbing the screen of his phone…

  • The Auto Show – The Brainwashing of Karin

    The Auto Show – The Brainwashing of Karin

    As the next step in “The Brainwashing of Karin”, I headed down to the Auto Show in downtown Seattle. I’d been on the fence for a few days, feeling the resistance. Coming up with reasons not to go. I can’t afford any of those cars! I haven’t driven in half a year! I don’t even…

  • Dougie – An Inner Child Story

    Dougie – An Inner Child Story

    I’ve been doing some inner child work. It’s not all structured or anything since my inner child is actually powerful enough to set the pace and content. I’ve been reading “Recovery of Your Inner Child” by Dr. Lucia Capacchione and rather than doing the exercises, my inner child wants to read the sections on re-parenting.…

  • Brainwashing Karin

    Brainwashing Karin

    I’m currently in the process of brainwashing myself. What’s that quote that Albert Einstein didn’t say? Oh yeah…”The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”  That’s it! So why is it that our subconscious, or the crazy voice in our heads, do their best to keep…

  • The Laundry Hog

    The Laundry Hog

    I have a problem. A laundry problem. A co-tenant in my apartment who apparently thinks that the laundry belongs to her problem. Setting the stage here. This is a 7 unit building with 6 units using the same washer/dryer. And there is only one set. So, in order to efficiently get all our laundry done,…

  • The Omaha Hustle

    The Omaha Hustle

    Unless you are a rabid pool player, you know, like you’re a normal ass person, it was something you only see in the movies. You see it all the time there. Heck, it was the basis of the movie “The Color of Money”. It’s the reason I like the song “It’s In The Way That…

  • Dos Balloons! – an ethical dilemma

    Dos Balloons! – an ethical dilemma

    I was standing at the self-checkout at Fred Meyers, ringing up my items, when I got to purchasing the balloons. I had ordered two mylar birthday balloons for our apartment building get together for two birthdays. They were filling up the balloons for me and I was to pick them up after I paid. They…

  • I Remember…The Cliff

    I Remember…The Cliff

    When I was in the Navy, I lived, for a time, in a vacation apartment on the coast of Sicily. I also dating this guy. Now, I don’t remember much about that guy. I don’t remember his name, or what he looked like. The clearest memory was of him being scared to wash the glasses…

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