Wow! When you don’t have beer for a while (it’s probably been a couple months for me), it really does not taste good on that first sip. Especially when you kick it off with a double IPA. 

I really hate when I run into someone I know and I can’t remember their name for the life of me.

And, to make matters worse, they remember me.

It sucks watching projects get delayed over and over again. You’re left wondering when they will start and how that will affect the projects that do start on time at later dates. Eventually you hit a critical mass of deadlines and… 

Braindeath. 

Taking part in HubSpot’s World Certification Week yesterday and seeing all my coworkers’ posts about it on Slack and LinkedIn made me realize something… I really need to get our patio furniture reassembled for the season so I can work outdoors. The weather is too good now not to.

I’ve now watched Ted Lasso enough that I want, nay, demand that all American sports suffer relegation and work to earn promotion to elite status. No more of it just being about championships, I want them to have to work to earn and maintain their spot in leagues and, consequently, give lesser teams a chance at bigger paychecks when they have played harder. College athletics, too. Earn those conference placements.

I have enough trouble keeping up with one family. How in the hell do some people balance two or more families??

I was starting to get a little overwhelmed. My list of books I was actively reading ballooned to six books and I was losing my ability to focus on even one. But in the past few days, I knocked out three. Two of them tonight alone. I’m feeling much better. Thank you for asking. 

Look, I'm happy that recreational marijuana is now legal. It was a huge waste of money and resources how much was spent upon the criminalization of marijuana. But I'm going to be honest here... I am so tired of smelling it on people the few times I go out. Grocery stores, Walmart, restaurants, walking around my town, whatever. I just can't take it anymore. Can y'all at least Fabreze yourselves when you're done? 

Take it from Uncle Kevin, kiddos… hot glue guns and fingers don’t mix. So not good. I’m gonna need a needle, match, and alcohol wipe. Stat. 

Man, that post-vacation crash is real, isn’t it? Brutally so. Now I know why so many of my coworkers took the final two days off this week. Recovery. So important.

If there’s one nice thing I can say about the current era of “entertainment personalities” on YouTube, it’s that they can certainly keep kids’ attention spans for long periods of time. Otherwise they’re god-awfully annoying, screaming, whining, attention whores that I cannot stand and that keep me from making YouTube a regular destination when I’m surfing. 

Annual physicals. Blech. That is all. 

I completely forgot today was Record Store Day. The one when they were gonna sell that Mötley Crüe set I wanted. Dammit. 

Upon going to our community pool today, I realized that I don’t have nearly enough ink to fit in with the other parents of kids Nathan’s age. My lord, there’s barely any blank space on these peoples’ bodies!

Has anyone else on Instagram ever had it happen where they take all kinds of time composing a photo to post, then you post some random repost or screen capture that takes zero effort, and what do you think happens? The crap repost gets more likes than the shot I actually cared about. Without fail. Only me? 

Today is World Whisky Day. And I missed it. 

Yes, I've been a homebody for more than a year now. No, I really don't go out much. But, I really should make it a point to remember sunscreen and a hat when I'm going to be outside on a sunny day for four hours. Ouch!

It seems to me that if you plow a parking lot and all that remains are snow, ice, potholes, and chunked-up globs of asphalt instead of smooth, clear surface, then, it may be time to consider tearing up the lot and repouring the whole thing. No patches, no crackfill, no microsurfacing... just start it over because, ultimately, it will probably cost less in the long run.

Just because Saturday Night Live is being hosted by a personality you adore doesn’t necessarily mean the episode will be any good. Some laughs. Mostly groans and snores. 

But that spoof Zillow ad? Brilliant. 

There’s nothing quite so fun as loading holiday decoration containers into the attic and falling from the ladder and hitting my lower back and shoulder against a bookshelf on the way down. I hurt but it’s nothing too unbearable. Still sucks, though. 

Roblox... I don’t get it. Not one bit. But Nathan and all his cousins play it and love it, so I guess that’s cool?

I realized something tonight while watching My Best Friend’s Wedding with Katie... Kimmy’s (Cameron Diaz) family is the sort that, based solely on the scale of their wedding, would have a gender reveal fireworks party that would start a forest fire. I am convinced this is the truth.

I was considering an outfit to wear tomorrow for a presentation I’m making on Zoom to a client. I dug around in my closet to find a collared shirt. Of all the things that can happen to clothing — worn, stained, shrunken, outgrown, moth-ridden, outdated, etc. — the one thing I’d never considered was that my clothes would become covered in a thin layer of dust. Ah, pandemic life. 

One thing I hate doing that I’ve only done on rare occasion is to unfollow or mute or otherwise hide a person from my timeline on social media. Usually l can tolerate stupidity for a short time knowing that this too shall pass. Well, it wasn’t happening with a certain somebody and their conservative ranting peaked today and resulted in me muting this person from my timeline. I didn’t go so far as to unfollow them. Not yet, anyway. We’ll see what happens when November passes. Assuming things go my way, that is. 

I realized something the other day... I need to buy new underwear. Not just to replace one or two pairs. Like, most of them. They’re ancient. Ugh. I hate shopping for underwear. It’s the worst. 

I realized something today as I went to pick up groceries, my gas tank is just above a quarter full. I may have to refill soon. For the first time in two months. I wonder if I still know how... 

If I’ve discovered one thing from quarantining, it’s that I’m really happy I didn’t become a professional teacher. I have enough trouble legitimately educating one kid let alone 20-30 of them. 

I love when scientists let their geek flags fly for the world to see. Like those who named a new species of snake Trimeresurus salazar — or Salazar's pit viper —after Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Slytherin house in the Harry Potter book and movie series. I’m down with that.

This article fills me with rage and leaves me chalk full of bad things I want to do to people who violate his or her grammar teachings, irregardless of what you may think and say to I. So unthaw that brain of yours and read on!

In addition to the bad work that I mentioned in yesterday’s Kevism, another annoyance is the post-work aches and pains that you get. While working, there’s an adrenaline rush that masks it. But once the work winds down and the buzz dies off, the muscle strain and numb joints and headaches kick in. So. Much. Fun. 

If there is one thing that drives me nuts about home improvement projects it’s discovering just how poorly your home was originally built... or how lackluster the improvements are that the previous owners made. From bad wall angles to overglued wainscoting and mirrors to medicine cabinets that only use two screws. It’s maddening. 

I’m sorry, but if you’re running a restaurant, particularly a Mexican one, and don’t stock enough meat to justify staying open or don’t have hours past 3 p.m. on a Friday, then just shut your doors forever, m’kay?

Both these things happened the last two times we tried to go to Taco Urbano in Batavia, IL. Yes, I went in there and the kid at the counter said they were out of ground beef, steak, pork, and chicken all at the same time. We’re done. 

I’m craving a burrito.

That is all. 

While I truly appreciate it when companies and stores give us a little more bang for our buck, I’d prefer that toilet paper manufacturers give it to us in the form of extra rolls instead of bigger ones. Toilet paper spindles won’t spin when the roll is too thick. That frustrates me to no end. 

In line at the theater, they’re selling “Share Size” bags of Hazelnut M&Ms for $4 each while the Mexican Jalapeño Peanut flavor are $1.50. I’d actually prefer the jalapeño.