It means "writings." I write things.

10:50 AM

So I'm confused

Posted by Brad Polley |

If you suspend your campaign in order to do your existing job, then do a speech the next morning before heading to your existing job after all the decisions have been made, is it still considered a suspension?  Can somebody clarify?

10:14 AM

Under the "Umm...yeah we know" file

Posted by Brad Polley |

Clay Aiken came out of the closet.  Umm...yeah we know.

2:32 PM

Giving Jesus another black eye

Posted by Brad Polley |

Guys like this need to be in prison.  In case you're wondering, this isn't Christian.    

10:15 AM


Posted by Brad Polley |

I've always wondered what it would be like to live through the Great Depression.  It looks like my dream will come true!  Hooray!

10:08 AM

Not much to say

Posted by Brad Polley |

Sorry for the blogging lull.  Not that any of you are crying yourself to sleep at night because of this, but whatever.  I just don't have a great deal to say right now.  The election is getting so ridiculous that I can't even find the energy to write about it.  Spiritually, I'm pretty dry right now, so I don't have much to say along those lines.  Add to that my incredibly busy schedule now that the school year has started.  All of this equals nothing to say.  Hopefully I'll have something of substance soon.

8:57 AM

The worst song ever written?

Posted by Brad Polley |

I got in my car this morning to go to work, turned the key and blaring out of the radio is the song "De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da" by The Police.  Now bear in mind that I'm generally okay with The Police.  I'm not ever going to own their entire catalogue or anything, but "Message In a Bottle" and "Every Breath You Take" (by the way, this is the best song about a voyeur ever written) are stellar songs.  But seriously, has there ever been a less relevant, more annoying song written than "De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da"?  After enduring that chorus a couple of times, you have to put up with overly philosophical lyrics like, "Their logic ties you up and rapes you."  It's a little too late to be philosophical when you've aurally forced yourself upon us with a completely idiotic title and chorus.  My assumption is that this song was thought out and composed after a twelve pack of Guinness and a number of pharmaceuticals were consumed.  

Right now, as I type this, I'm listening to "Machine Gun" by Jimi Hendrix.  I consider the day balanced. 

1:20 PM

Dear Christians: Good job of being consistent

Posted by Brad Polley |

So everyone in the Republican party is officially wetting themselves over Sarah Palin.  Fine, go ahead.  Here's one thing I don't understand though.  Fundie Christians make up a vast majority of the GOP.  They are okay with electing a woman who could very easily be president sooner than later (look at McCain and tell me he doesn't look like he belongs in a retirement home), and yet a vast majority of those same Christians won't allow a woman to be a leader in the Church.  So women can run the country, but can't be a part of setting the direction of the Church?  That's consistent.

9:18 AM

New picture of my youngest

Posted by Brad Polley |

I have a new picture of my youngest son Abram.  He's pale, he's bald, he has a turkey neck, and he's absolutely adorable.  I'm convinced that I'm the luckiest guy on the planet to have two beautiful boys, especially when this is half of what they had to work with:

So here's the newest picture of Abram: 

I swear he looks just like that, but cuter.  He's so pale that he's almost translucent.  He has a toothless smile just like Mr. Magoo, and he has a wrinkly face.  I love that kid.