#SoCS: The Bold and the Brave

“Fortune favors the bold!” These words were uttered before the time of Christ, but also by Captain Benjamin Sisko in his attempt to take back a Federation space station from alien invaders. The odds were deeply against him, but it was the “do or do not” time for him, and he chose do. In the end, Sisko made it back to Deep Space Nine and was the eventual victor with the help of some very special allies. Captain Sisko wasRead more

Cancel Culture vs. Consequence: An Opinion

There is a TV ad running by a certain individual who uses this platform to refer to cancel culture. His product is no longer in at least four major store chains due to his political support of a former President’s claim that the 2020 U.S. election was stolen. I’m guessing most readers in North America know of this ad. I literally want to scream when it comes on, so I’ve taken to switching the channel or hitting the mute button.Read more

#SoCS: Punk Rock, Piglets and Reality

Mary J’s December List of Opposites: Black – White Up – Down Hungry Cat – Sleepy Human Clean House – Lazy Human Christmas Cookies – Liver Too Many Christmas Cookies – No Such Thing Writing/Blogging – Reading/Napping Exercise – Lazy Human Part II Christmas Carols – Punk Rock No Christmas Carols before Thanksgiving – Really? Friendships and a Social Life – You Need to Come out of your Basement Cooking Everything from Scratch – Lazy Human Prologue Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/TikTok – PointingRead more

SoCS: The Organ of it All

Organ. Hmmmmm… Linda G. Hill requests I use the word organ in my post. I wonder if she smelled Natasha’s chicken livers cooking the other night. I hate liver, an organ meat. I know this because I keep trying liver and it continues to taste disgusting. I will eat chicken hearts and gizzards, but liver? No. I’ll stick with my bacon and organic chicken eggs. In other news, I’m officially on vacation. I left the organization that delivers my paycheck atRead more

The Identity of Mary J

“In the social jungle of human existence, there is no feeling of being alive without a sense of identity.” ~Erik Erikson~ What is your identity? Do you have a definition of who you are? Are you a unique individual with purple hair and a nose ring or a combination of your parents and life-long experiences? I’m not sure what to say about myself. I’ve been pondering my own identity of late and what that might look like in print. I’llRead more

Pile of Junk

What’s the definition of “junk,” Mr. Edison? You know one person’s junk is another person’s treasure. Art can be formed from junk or junk can pile up in a kitchen drawer. Junk can live in a city dump or in the dark recesses of a basement. Dust can be covered by junk or junk can be covered by dust. Junk can be in the trunk or anywhere else it wants to be. But what exactly is junk? Is it metalRead more

The Hot and Cold of it

Hot. That is the weather today. Cold. In another month or a few days, it will go away. Hot. How I like my coffee in the white mug. Cold. What comes with the chills and a bug. Hot. The muscular guy and his tight jeans. Cold. Inhospitable or freezing is what it means. Hot. The flashes, oh the flashes. Cold. What might feel good on skin rashes. Hot. The flames of a summer’s campfire. Cold. A shower to squelch desire. Hot.Read more

Bonus Points

n. “An additional point in a game, a sporting competition, or any similar scheme in which points can be awarded.” Have you ever thought about the ways in which humans reap bonus points in our daily existence? Here are a few examples: Playing Yahtzee. If you roll a second Yahtzee in a game, and you scored your first Yahtzee in the Yahtzee box, you would score a further bonus 100 points in the Yahtzee box. (Got that?) Placing the letters s-q-u-e-e-z-e across a tripleRead more

Identity: Do You Know Me?

Where does one start with defining their personal identity? Do I start with the name I was given upon birth? Or at age 5, the year I began wearing glasses? Do I mention high school, the years of attempting to find self-esteem and a date? Or of the first foray into adulthood, securing my own apartment at the age of 18? What about securing a job that would take me on a 40-year journey? Or how I failed to runRead more