Bonnie and Snide

Hello and welcome all nacho fans! Bienvenido to the inaugural episode of my recurring series PDX Nacho Hunt . A few days ago, I found myself bowling at a charity event...nachos on the mind. I thought about getting some at the bowling alley, but as an expectant father, I felt like bowling alley food is something I should begin to consider leaving in my past. As a man who has a close personal past with gas station oyster po' boys, it only makes sense to start raising that "what am I willing to eat?" threshold, bit by bit. So anyway, I start Googling around a bit, searching for "Best Nachos in Portland". Yes, there are some lists out there, ranked by social media mentions and some other horseshit. But, looking at lists gives me no personal excuse to eat bunches of nachos and then write about them myself, so here we are. __________   _____   __________ Episode One: Breakside Brewery 820 NE Dekum St,  Portland, OR 97211 As a long-time fan of t

Three weeks. Potentially a little sooner, potentially a little later. But basically three weeks, and I am someone's parent. Some kid's father. I say "some kid," because throughout my whole life, that's more or less how I have always seen children. They definitely don't bother me, but they have also never really brought me a tremendous amount of joy. I feel awkward around them, and I feel self-conscious about other people watching me interact with them. But now, as a man who is incredibly close to having one of his own, I find myself so fuckin' excited about it. I have zero reservations left. I can't wait until she is here and I can hold her and introduce her to people and talk about her too much and make her listen to my music. With my buddy Bix's help, I put together this nonsensical device called a Pack 'n' Play the other day. This is an item that I would have never thought I would be happy to have in my house; but now it'

Well hello there. Four short years have passed since my last blog post, in which I lamented about not blogging enough. My typing fingers have atrophied. My dry wit has become utterly moist. Strangely, my urge to curse via the interwebs remains top-fuckin-notch. During those years, life events have happened. Tears have been shed (not by me), laughs have been had (caused by me), and passive voice has often been used. Adair and I moved back home to Salem, Oregon. I got a job in Portland, she got a job in Aurora, so we moved to Portland. We got married! Hopefully you were there. If not, rest assured that I danced my ass off and sweated just a totally inappropriate amount. Uhhh other than that: lost a few pounds (not that many), grew a beard (not that thick), finished one or two books, finished 40 or so TV series, and got really into drinking Moscow mules. Nowwwwww we are having a baby! She's a girl, and she's supposed to be born on or around March 12th. So, now this blog is n