Archive for the New Zealand stuff Category


‘FIGHTBALL: DYING OF SUCK’ — All the Funny in the Universe Smashed into One HILARIOUS Book

(Editor’s Note: Book giveaway completed! Thanks to everyone!)     Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Writers are supposed to write 1,000 words a day. Rain or shine. Summer and winter. In sickness and in health. Or something like that. But this blog has been on something of a hiatas hiatias hieties break of late, especially from funny. […]

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Are All Millennials Douches?

I ask that headline question, knowing the answer, but wanting to make a point. No, obviously, all Millennials are not douches. My son and his cousins and mates are all pretty great people. Maybe it’s a Catholic thing. And many of your kids and grandkid Millennials are good people. But it’s pretty obvious that there […]

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My Miracles 2 — ‘It Wasn’t Long Before the Church Began to Resemble a Battlefield, with Bodies Literally Strewn Everywhere’

(Not your normal bill of fare, this)   Back in August, I wrote about the many miracles that surrounded my Mother’s death in 1996. But, I never mentioned the related miracles that occurred in New Zealand … until now. In 1994 or 1995, Mom was on oxygen 24/7 and had wasted away to 75 pounds. […]

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Thy Blog Be Done

  Many 12-step programs tell you to “Let Go and Let God”. But, as my big sister often reminds me, even when we do so, we frequently freak out and claw stuff right back. Case in point… I recently took a deep breath, said some prayers, and moved the HOGS Blog to a cheaper New Zealand […]

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Pathetic Sick Man Alert Involving Angry Chest Badgers

Yes, we are aware that one of our high school friends is recovering from a very, very serious back problem, and that the global economy is being dragged down the tubes by China. But the blog is a sick man, and we need to whine. Shut up. We are now on on Day 18 of […]

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Join the Army and See the World… or Buy a Cute Little Camper Van in New Zealand!

The Missus and I need a big house so we both can have our own space. And in the land of semi-retirement, you watch your money pretty closely. So, of course, we just bought a little camper van. In our defense, it’s not really a camper van. Certainly not like the big one that two families […]

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Hellooooo Grown Up Musician Son, Let’s Talk Retail

Don’t mind my 26-year-old musician son as he grumpily digs through the mall trash bin. He is not foraging for food, like many starving musicians. He is looking for the plastic packaging that he shredded about 30 minutes ago to get to his new headphones. Why? Because we have just had the following Father-Son chat […]

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