The Kind-Hearted Smart Aleck

I've been a long-time viewer of late-night shows on Comedy Central, The Daily Show and The Colbert Report  in particular. When news broke of Stephen Colbert leaving Comedy Central to replace David Letterman on CBS and that The Daily Show contributor Larry Wilmore would be taking over, while I was saddened, I also thought I'd give Wilmore's The Nightly Show a chance. To this point, I've watched each and every episode, and like with The Colbert Report in its early going, The Nightly Show has come across as a show still trying to figure itself out, continually tinkering with its format, hoping to be given enough time to fully adjust and produce a long-term success on Comedy Central, just like its predecessor. While I was a bit critical of the show's early format, where just one of its three portions focused on Wilmore's comedy and two of the three focused on panel discussions, I've liked the changes the show has made since that point - going to a 2 and 1 fo...

I started playing Facebook's version of Scrabble about 3 months ago and must admit that I'm addicted. I figured there were probably online sites to aid players in cheating. This seems to be the case in just about every game, unfortunately. There were a couple opponents I had who I'd regularly beat by 150-200 points at least. I commended them for trying but was a combined 31-0 against these two individuals. Then, all of a sudden, they finally learned how to play and went from consistently losing by 200 points to coming within a few, if not winning. Due to the sudden drastic improvement and also the strange words they were playing, I started to get a little suspicious. When I confronted them both, they both admitted they started using a scrabble dictionary along with an online site known as word cheats, where you can give the program all of your letters and it will relay to you all of the possible words you can form with said letters. Naturally, this kind of bugged me. I ca...

Deafening Sigh-lence My ears are rattled, Pained by the volume, Plugs to prevent damage, The silence is deafening, Not a sound can be heard, Not a word nor a laugh, Left for me to interpret, The silence is deafening, Not a thought is uttered, Not an emotion expressed, No tone of voice, The silence is deafening, I look you straight in the eyes, Express how I feel, No reaction is given, The silence is deafening, Walking away as if you were never there, Seemingly speechless at my admission, Awkwardness fills the air, The silence is deafening, I release a deep, heavy sigh, The lone audible sound, Speechless in response, As my head sinks down, Treating me as if I don’t exist, No care of my thoughts or feelings, The plugs now of no aid, Your silence is deafening.

It’s Not You; It’s Me One failure after another, Similar trends are noticed, In the women I fall for, In how the relationships go, Bad luck is one possibility, But why so consistent? Bad taste is another, But that’s not the constant, I’m the constant, The common denominator, The only reasonable solution, The inevitable perpetrator, I give generously, Receive minimal in return, Yet I put forth every last effort, Trying to make things work, I open myself up, Make myself vulnerable, Hoping for reciprocation, But silence is what I get in return, A stabbing pain in my chest I feel, As she walks away without a hitch, Thinking she felt the same, Blinded by my innermost thoughts and feelings, How I want to blame them all, But it’s not them; it’s me, I’m the guilty; I’m at fault, I only need to glance in the mirror to see, As my head hits the pillow, Anger and sadness fill my being, Knowing I’m the one to blame, Only wanting for another to love me.