Mar 172017
 

I’ve been kidding myself all day thinking I wouldn’t, but I finally just said “how could I not blog about Sherry Frost today?”

Sherry Frost is Mrs. Chili, who longtime readers may recall visited Saintseester and me for a weekend, just about nine years ago as I type. We were fast online friends, and Sherry, ‘seester, and I decided we’d split Sherry’s airfare so we could hang out in person. It was a great weekend, and I hated to see it end.

Sherry Frost is also now a New Hampshire state representative, having claimed the uncontested seat in December. She’s been in the news several times since, most recently for tweeting she felt “homicidal” after men told her to “calm down.” Her Twitter feed is here.

(This is consistent not with the person(a?) for whom I built such affection, but with the person she eventually revealed herself to me to be.) Her behavior at the end of our relationship was viciously hateful, and I compounded my own pain by trying to save it for too long.

As heinously as Sherry behaved, I was never interested in thrashing through the fallout of our severed friendship on BoWilliams.com. I’m still not. I’m fascinated, however, that she’s backed into a position of some prominence—a place from which she could, ostensibly, advance her stated objectives, were she able to maintain some decorum—and she’s instead reverted to form.

“I always wondered what would happen if her blog persona escaped into our dimension.” – Saintseester

I would hate to think Sherry will be lionized for this shrieking hysteria, but these days you just can’t tell. Hey, she has a 2017 BoWilliams.com post about her now, so did I just aggravate the problem?

 Posted by at 3:42 pm
Mar 062017
 

“Did I go to work today?” “What time is it?” “Is anyone else here?”

Those are the thoughts I had yesterday afternoon when I woke up from one of those thoroughly disorienting naps you don’t plan to take. Had the race telecast not been on a commercial, I probably would have pulled the moment in more quickly. As it was, it took me a good 30 seconds to get my bearings.

It was an odd weekend. The last Upward Saturday was also the longest, with the final game beginning at 5:30. That meant better than 11 hours at church for me, but it being my last time, it was easy to savor. We all watched almost two full episodes of one of those shows on which antique/collectible dealers go through people’s old garages and storage areas, looking for old signs and radios and what-not. We’ve never done that before, but it was fun.

I’m trying to step into this week attentively. An accidentally (?) transitionally-themed weekend has reinforced to me that there are things to explore. There are pursuits, smallish to largish, that I’ve considered for years and put off for bad reasons. Time for a plan or two to head down these paths and see what’s there.

After all, how much time do I think I have?

 Posted by at 12:45 pm
Feb 272017
 

I have at least two blog posts that I could put up almost as quickly as I could type them. But one would hurt someone’s feelings, and the other would make someone mad. So I’ll not write either one of them. Supposedly it’s therapeutic to go ahead and write these things you’re never going to […]

 Posted by at 3:45 pm
Feb 212017
 

I would guess some people will compare Milo Yiannopoulos to Icarus. I am reminded instead of one of my stepbrother’s years-ago adventures. Long story made very short: bunch of buddies together, one had a go-kart, and oh yeah, there was some beer. Every time they refueled the kart they were using a bottle of 104 Octane […]

 Posted by at 10:38 am

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