by Ryn Gargulinski | Nov 9, 2018 | Blogski Archives, crime, danger, death, poetry, writing
Gotta ban guns. Gotta ban knives. Gotta ban sticks. They all take lives. Gotta ban bats. Gotta ban rocks. Gotta ban lasers and tasers that shock. Gotta ban pepper spray. Gotta ban stones. They go with the sticks and break all your bones. Gotta ban...
by Ryn Gargulinski | Jul 19, 2018 | Blogski Archives, column, danger, death, gross stuff, health, life
Some pine for the good ole days of their childhood or early romances. I pine for the good ole days of health insurance. When I first became fully self-employed, I had a decent Blue Cross Blue Shield health insurance plan for about $99 per month. The deductible was...
by Ryn Gargulinski | Jul 12, 2018 | Blogski Archives, crime, danger, gross stuff, life
Maybe it’s a family member supposedly stranded in Nigeria who needs you to send them money, a random person in Topeka who wants to send you a $1 million USD inheritance, or a dire warning that your Apple ID has been compromised (even though you’ve used Apple nothing...
by Ryn Gargulinski | Jul 5, 2018 | animals, pets, Blogski Archives, danger, environment, health, life, life improvement tips
My dogs had no spoons on the Fourth of July. They were so lacking in spoons, in fact, they probably still owe a few to that great spoon drawer in the sky. In order for all this spoon talk to make any sense, it helps to be familiar with the spoon theory. The spoon...
by Ryn Gargulinski | Jun 28, 2018 | Blogski Archives, danger, life, life improvement tips
Even if you work from home, shop at supermarkets in the dead of night, and only go outside after making sure no one else is around for miles, sooner or later you’re going to run across a jerk. Instead of running for cover, you can stand your ground confidently...
by Ryn Gargulinski | Jun 14, 2018 | animals, pets, art blogski, art therapy, Blogski Archives, danger, death, gross stuff, life
He’s flattened. He’s wincing. His wide eyes are filled with fear. Heck, he even has a fear portal located keenly above his solar plexus where fear can be pumped in or sucked out, depending on the mood of the day. He’s Harvey the Hell Cat, and he’s one creepy creature...
