Colin Dullaghan

There are days, and I’ll not name any names here, when the world of human activity seems impossibly, hysterically, debilitatingly tragically stupid. But not like Anna Nicole Smith; I mean it’s all just this ridiculous man-made contraption designed to serve questionable goals and almost certainly malfunctioning in wildly unpredictable ways. Okay, maybe it is [...]

“Hey, the *President* probably rides in one of these.
I have the same car as the President.”

“Hey, the *President* probably rides in one of these.
I have the same car as the President.”

“Hey, the *President* probably rides in one of these.
I have the same car as the President.”

“Hey, the *President* probably rides in one of these.
I have the same car as the President.”

“Hey, the *President* probably rides in one of these.
I have the same car as the President.”

“Hey, the *President* probably rides in one of these.
I have the same car as the President.”

Today is (was) Wednesday. I say was because it’s now twenty to nine, no matter what the little clock I see down there below says. This is the first real chance I’ve gotten to write this, so the thought isn’t as fresh in my mind as it might have been, but: It’s about this “hump” [...]

Yesterday was my birthday. Pretty much all the people around me in my life were surprisingly thoughtful and generous to me, baking apple and pecan pies (that were so good I nearly passed out), leaving me bags of candy and cards, buying me beer and underwear and iTunes cards and DVDs and more. But my [...]

In my all-too-rare dealings with important people, I’ve noticed that they seem to care about more things than I do but they don’t seem to care about anything as much as I care about the things I deal with. It comes with the territory, I understand – the inevitable broadening of interests that goes along [...]

“Teacups twitch in the hands of jilted ambassadors.”
There you go; paste that sucker in your search engine and see what you get. I already put it in quotes and everything.

This is significant for me: I figured out something I’d like to do for a living. That’s the first step, I’m told, toward self-actualization or fulfillment or achieving the accomplishments one strives to maintain
- something like that.
It wasn’t easy, in my case at least, and if it’s easy for other people they can go [...]

It’s my first blog, ever, and I’m ignoring all considerations about being trite or unoriginal. I just finished running through the rain, through the streets of downtown Indianapolis, to see my wife one last time with long hair. She’s sitting there now, at her hair salon on Monument Circle, waiting for them to “get her [...]

Happy birthday to you, Colin!
I am your new journal. I am here
as a creative outlet for you, a way
to remember things, and a chance
to get back into writing in a no
pressure way. I’ll be here whenever
you want to write: a sentence, a
paragraph, or an essay.
Happy Birthday.
I love you.
-penelope