The Kind-Hearted Smart Aleck

Sometimes I wonder if I was born in the wrong year or perhaps born on the wrong planet. Selfies, duck-faces, planking, fake mustaches, and other such trends, I just can't get into. Now, if an actual duck took a selfie of himself with a fake mustache on while planking, then I might be interested in seeing that picture. Reality television doesn't tickle my fancy. Neither does cable news or a good portion of talk radio. Yes, perhaps I'm a bit old school. Speaking of which, I didn't own a smart phone (I believe it has average intelligence most days, but that's just me) until two or three years ago. Even now, I only use the thing to call friends, answer calls, perhaps check email if I'm out and about, or play a word game or two. That's right - I don't text. I know what you're thinking... "What in the hell is wrong with that guy? Get with the times, slick!" Eh, no thanks... I honestly haven't been a fan of texting since its inception. For m...

While I've been a member of Facebook for roughly 5 years now and frequently make use of it to keep in touch with friends and family across the country, as well as to try and spread word about my written work, the site does get on my nerves at times. There are times I just have to scratch my head when reading some posts and wonder, "Why on earth did you feel the need to post that information on a social networking site? Why not tell the person face-to-face?" This is usually in regard to lovey-dovey posts about a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, or wife, or posts celebrating a holiday, like today - Father's Day. I can't tell you how many posts I've read today from sons and daughters alike, which say something along the lines of, "Happy Father's Day to the best dad in the world! Thanks, dad! You're the greatest!" That's nice and all, but wouldn't it be better to tell one's father this in person or at the very least, over the pho...