Random Thoughts: The A to Z Blog of the Overactive Mind

  Okay, let's get one thing out of the way right from the beginning: beer is NOT a health food.  I know - I wanted it to be true too!  Sorry, but that's just the truth.  Still, you might be clutching your favorite brewski like it's kale juice with tiny bubbles, and you wouldn't be the only one. But here's one way to know for sure it's not a health food:  there are no hipsters to be found having a tailgate party at Whole Foods with their six-packs of "locally sourced barley hydration."  However, it has been touted as a healthy choice throughout it's cozy existence as one of man's best friends.  So, let's take a journey on frothy waves into the golden, red, pale, blonde or stout black glass of lies we've all chosen to sip from. Liquid Bread:  A Balanced Diet Includes All Food Groups, Right? Once upon a medieval time, beer was considered "liquid bread."  Monks brewed it to provide nourishment and sustenance during fasts (loophole...

  Let's talk about attraction.  It's a mysterious force that somehow draws us to someone who - on paper - might not check many of the boxes our younger selves thought we were into.  That's the funny thing about what people call "chemistry".  When we're younger, attraction seems like it's all Chanel No. 5 and sex appeal - until you grow up a little and realize it usually boils down to dollar store aftershave and rejection.  You spend your whole life thinking you're looking for a Brad Pitt or a Jennifer Lopez.  What you fall in love with is someone who leaves a wet towel on the bed, clothes lying beside the hamper, and squeezes the toothpaste in the middle (sorry, my love.)  But here's the kicker: you're happy! You see, I used to think attraction was all about symmetry, bone structure, and the ability to make entering any room look like walking a fashion runway - without the eating disorders.  I think we all do it.  Perhaps my wife assumed love...

  Hi there!  I'm SC Thompson - 50(ish) years old, 6'4" tall, and powered by caffeine, curiosity, and the constant hum of a brain that refuses to believe in shutting down; the lights are always on and everybody's home...even those who weren't invited. We all have an inner sanctum of thought.  Some people have a peaceful inner monologue.  Mine is more like a 24-hour ice cream truck blaring MC Hammer in suburbia and claiming "Too Legit to Quit" status.  I've spent years listening to this mental chatter, wondering if there's any meaning to the madness or if I've just set up a free workshop for the neurotic inside my head.  Thoughts pop in, hang out, and refuse to leave.  Here's the deal: the brain is a wonder.  Truly.  It controls everything - our thoughts, memories, fears, desires, bad karaoke decisions... But the one I have?  It wonders what it's thinking.  It questions the questions.  It loops back around, shops at the idea stor...