by Sam Stortz | Oct 6, 2025 | General |
No one ever asks me about this blog anymore. Splittingtens may be down to single digit readers and once they die off, we’re toast. Dealer 6. Split. 12. Stand. 12. Stand. Dealer flips a 10. BUST! Five. 21. Bankrupt, seeyuhlater. But when this album came out three...
by Sam Stortz | Oct 4, 2025 | General |
As we get older, free time becomes more scarce. Gone are the days of the random meet up while being out-and-about, as we simply don’t have much out-and-about time, period. We see close friends every month or two, and friends in other cities 1-2 times a year....
by Tom Stortz | Sep 25, 2025 | General |
I get it – fans want more, more, more. But here’s the truth: no computer, no content. This past week I hit Madrid, Ibiza, and Munich for Oktoberfest. Eight days. Tapas tours, 6am night clubs, Romanian strippers. Think EuroTrip’s Cooper with the code word...
by Sam Stortz | Sep 21, 2025 | General |
This Thursday Meghan and I made the impossible decision to put Covy down. He hadn’t been himself since June and after multiple inconclusive vet exams, it was clear his condition was getting worse. On Tuesday I checked on him in our basement, that’s when it...
by Sam Stortz | Sep 14, 2025 | General |
Charlie Kirk was shot and killed this week. I knew that he was a conservative activist and I thought of him as a click-baity social media personality but never consumed his content. We had very little in common as far as our political beliefs. I was genuinely sad when...
by Tom Stortz | Sep 10, 2025 | General |
The Stortz family is on a vacation for a week in Avalon, NJ. It’s the one time of year where we all get together to annoy the shit out of one another. There are a few kids running around – Jude, Josie, and baby Harrison – who spice up the day to day...
by Tom Stortz | Sep 4, 2025 | General |
Suburban life has been predictably boring, so last night I treated myself to the pinnacle of excitement: a steak and potato dinner at Firebirds. I’d scoped it out before – wall-to-wall collared-shirt douchebags trying way too hard at the bar. This time, I...
by Sam Stortz | Aug 30, 2025 | General |
It’s 7:15am on Saturday, August 30th, 2025. I am 34 years old today. I have a coffee, Melon, and my laptop. Meghan and Harrison are upstairs sleeping in. It rare these days to have time completely to myself like this, which is part of why I haven’t posted...
by Tom Stortz | Aug 29, 2025 | General |
She lies and says I don’t want to spoil it in the first line, but you probably know the lyric. Four plain words, sung a thousand times. It could be any song. Yet…I think you know it. The best lyrics are simple and somehow hold a whole life’s worth of...
by Tom Stortz | Aug 25, 2025 | General |
ChatGPT is nasty, I’m not sure who is even writing this anymore. I find myself trapped between two opposites: when there’s nothing to do, I’m restless with boredom; when there’s too much to do, I’m overwhelmed by the weight of preparation. Either way, I end up...
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