It’s so weird when you think it’s a different time than it is.
Author: Scott Ritcher (page 2 of 24)
I have always maintained that “guess what” is not a question, it’s a command.
Have I been wrong in correcting people or is the New York Times wrong with this headline?
I have believed the phrase to be a short form of “guess what happened” or “guess what it is,” neither are questions.
Between all the workin’ and drinkin’ and sleepin’ and complainin’, I hardly have time to write songs anymore.
I know that internet and social media companies are the devil. I’ve known this for a long time. I also know that things are much worse than I allowed myself to believe.
Is 2019 the time for me to get out of this nonsense? Is it even possible to go analog?
New York Magazine: How Much of the Internet Is Fake? Turns Out, a Lot of It, Actually.
I thought my day sucked until I saw a guy on the bus with a Dell laptop working on a PowerPoint slide called “Scaled Agile Framework – Learning Objectives” on his way home from work. I guess my day wasn’t so bad after all.
It’s finally Friday, I’m free again. I got my motor running for a wild weekend. It’s finally Friday, I’m out of control. Forget the workin’ blues and let the good times roll.
You know those people who wear a big top hat that has biplane goggles on it – what’s that all about?
Where can I get these chill pills everyone keeps recommending I take?
I have read lots of books and articles about Apple and Steve Jobs. I don’t recall any of the main characters ever using these words: value proposition, agile, ideate, customer journey, external validation, disruption, entrepreneur, deliverables, human capital.
Despite my decades of experience washing dishes, my damage and loss rates are still too high.
Christmas… do we really have to do this EVERY year?
If you’re wearing long pants, you should also be wearing socks. It’s that simple.
Every time I eat cheese doodles it reminds me that I don’t really like cheese doodles that much.
Thank you, Brett Kavanaugh, for ruining one of my favorite Tom T. Hall songs.
I saw First Man tonight, really loud and large in a Stockholm cinema. Holy fucking shit. It is beautiful.
Keep on asking me, LinkedIn. I will never download your app. I will dismiss your pop up a thousand more times more. You will never break me.
The world is getting increasingly more annoying at an alarming rate.
What ever happened to helping people and being kind?
Is it just my magnetic personality or is there some other reason Bluetooth keeps cutting out when the speaker is right next to the computer?
Election night in Sweden reminds me of this one night a couple years ago when it was inevitable that a super-qualified woman was going to become president of the United States.
På väg att förtidsrösta!
Despite my dozens of records, the most popular song I ever sang is surprisingly this Swedish TV commercial which just passed a million views on YouTube.
It features Alexander “The Mauler” Gustafson lifting a person and me doing some moves inspired by the King.
I never would have predicted I’d spend so much of my adult life identifying which photos show traffic lights and store fronts.
I’m really not sure what I was doing with my life before I found out about Yamachan and Terrace House.
My 1996 book Slamdek A to Z is now available in the iBookstore for iPad, iPhone and Mac.
It’s all about when I ran an indie label in Louisville from 1986 to 1995.
I just saw a kid screaming and crying because its dad wouldn’t let it walk in the bicycle lane. Ya gotta let go and accept some things or you’re in for a tough life, kiddo. I never walk in the bicycle lane and you don’t see me throwing a fit.
Seriously, how much longer until there’s an asterisk next to Trump’s name in the history books? I mean, Wikipedia.
I’m proud* to be an American*
Where at least I know I’m free*
I won’t* forget the men* who died
Who gave that right to me*
And I’d gladly* stand up next to you*
And defend her still today*
‘Cause there ain’t* no doubt I love this land
God* bless the USA.
*=some restrictions apply
What’s the hold up on that pee pee tape?