This girl I know. Me and here got it– oh wait, that’s and Adam Sandler movie… haha. Anyway, I once knew this local photographer. Smart, smart, smart. I used to marvel at how well she understood business for someone who looked like your regular Jane down the street. Hmph. Faaaar from it. She was a shark business-wise. She, of course, had a photography business. But, she also owned a daycare and a kid’s clothing store. And she ran it all “synergistically” — to use an overused buzzword. But, she did it — as well as I’ve seen even from the

I used to work with this client. He ran a tech company whose flagship product was a mobile app service. And just being straight up… dude was kind of a prick. The type whose always right, his ideas are always “genius”, won’t listen to anybody… Thought of himself as the “next Steve jobs” (like they all do). And, if things don’t go exactly his way… comes stomping in yelling at everyone else — even if he’s completely wrong. And will NEVER admit when he IS wrong. A real douche-canoe. Buuuuut… Despite all that, this company was doing well — very

Stop acting like your client’s servant — like you’re there to kowtow to their every whim and wish and you’re lucky they’ve graced you with their business. It’s not just about having a little self-respect… it’s bad business. Was reading a Ben Settle email… He was talking about “History’s greatest ad man’s advice for dealing with clients”. He was talking about David Ogilvy… who is arguably history’s greatest ad man… and his “rules for respect in business” and Ogilvy said this: === In meeting with clients, do not assume the posture of servants… They need you as much as you

One of the reasons why I’ve all but tried to kill my YouTube channel. It’s become a cesspool off “broooo’s” flashing their rented Lambo’s outside their 20-room house (just for them) — and other various dumb s*** they do with their moolah. It’s like watching a Real Housewives episode. They just rounded up all the idiots… And pointed a camera at them. And people eat it up because it’s “entertaining”. Particularly egregious in the freelance/side hustle/online business space. There are always exceptions, but you check the trending… complete garbage for the most part. But, here’s the insidious part. Because of

I’d just gotten back from Basic Training for the Army. It was a weird time in my life. Just six months previous, I was a regular ol’ college student. Was playing football at the University of Nebraska, partying too much and doing as little school work as possible. In the interim… I’d joined the Army. I’d gotten married. My wife got pregnant. 9/11 happened and I shipped off to Basic. The possibility of deploying to Iraq hung over my head — and I returned home not sure what the hell I was going to do. I joined the Army Reserves…

Saw this scrub on Twitter post this namby-pamby bullshizen: === I will NEVER be impressed by your money, car, looks, social status or job title. I’m impressed by the way you treat me and other people. === Uuuuuuugh! Clearly, she ain’t seen my Ford Focus with its after market fenders. The glass packs and carbon fiber spoiler. Got 2 18-inch subwoofers in the trunk. Pfft. Whenever I drive by the little league games at the park… All the soccer moms give me that eye. You know. I’m basically a chick magnet. Hahahaha. Obviously, I’m kidding… but you know what “chicks”

Was reading this article in the New York Times. It was about a study, just published in the academic journal, Med, where Japaneses researchers tested delivering oxygen-filled enemas to severely oxygen-deprived mice and pigs (yes, this is real, haha). And it worked. The animals had been laying down because they were too oxygen-deprived to move. The skin of the pigs had become discolored. But, a few minutes after the enema, the color returned in the pigs. The mice got up and start walking around. And they went back to “normal” for the most part. They were basically able to bypass

A few years back, my wife and I uprooted our entire lives and sold our 2,000-sqft home in Omaha to move to “hillbilly heaven” in southern Missouri and build our version of a “tiny house”. A small-ish, 800-sqft home on 3.5 acres. Backed up to a lake deep in the Ozark Mountains. And when I say “we built”… I mean WE built it. My little brother and I did almost everything… from digging the trenches for the water and electrical to building the custom, gabled roof, running the electrical — all of it except for the siding. That’s the one

Ready to get REAL wacky? Haha. Seriously, though, in my early 20s I came across this collection of books. It was from an obscure writer and publishing company — who only sold their books via direct mail and only to a highly curated list of people. Somehow I ended up on that list. Who the hell knows how that happened… Because these books were expensive. But, as it turned out… it was the best money I ever spent. Those books dragged me, kicking and screaming, out of feeling sorry for myself and a deep pit of internal dishonesty and rationalizations.

Been reading this book… “Fingerprints of the Gods” by Graham Hancock. It’s this interesting look at human history and his argument that there used to be a super-advanced civilization on Earth that created all the big wonders of the world. And are the source of “God” in all the ancient myths and religions. I have to admit… it’s pretty fascinating. Even if, I don’t really buy his theory. Tracing back through history and all the ancient ruins, taking a second look… with the dramatic twist… “Could this be a sign of a super-advanced civilization?” Definitely satisfies my sci-fi nerd-iosity. Anyway,