Fate, destiny, cosmic serendipity… whatever name you give to the moment you connected with the person that embodies you’re kindred celestial spirit and joins your soul as a life mate is a singularly everlasting sensation of Radness. Every adversity seems more tolerable, obstacles appear less imposing, and successes taste sweeter when the person by your side is enjoying this life’s gift stride for stride through the journey of your amorous Radtopian existence. Plus the carpool lane is a totally radical bonus.

Radicalaeysus, the mythical god of all things rad, is my witness when I say the truest example of Radness is you. Yes, you. The one with those peepers reading this very word of this blog. You have kept me going daily for the past six months. You’re the one I hope I have, and continue, to enrich, enlighten, or brighten your day one smirk, giggle, chuckle, laugh, guffaw, or smile at a time. Thank you for supporting. Your radnificence is appreciated on monumentally radacious levels.

March Radness is a fan of the preeminent tournament of radness, March Madness. Never dull, sometimes historic, and always maddening when you realize your bracket has been busted and that you’re not clairvoyant.

I know we’re working on having a healthy first mindset with egg-white omelets and protein infused juice smoothies, but I would like to remind you of a very important part of any radical day and that part is dessert. Even if it’s just a wafer thin mint.

Some people wear name tags to work so you know they’re there to assist you. Other people wear an embroidered emblem on their uniform to make you aware of the company they represent. My buddy flies an F-18 Hornet for the United States Navy and he wears the pictured badge on his flight suit. Yup, totally rad.

The Glass Menagerie, A Streetcar Named Desire, and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof are just three works by the Pulitzer prize recipient, Tennessee Williams. If you were to tally all of the ticket sales and lives affected from all levels of productions of his works, from local community theater to international hollywood starring cinematic masterpieces, and then consider the people involved from the audience, the ticket takers, the actors, the designers, the production teams, the moms, the dads, and everyone else that was personally involved, you would arrive at a ridiculously radical conclusion, it all started in one man’s mind. Like I said earlier this month, when your actions and person are a reflection of radically positive intent and behavior, they put your face on a stamp.

A super radical-to-the-max old school Godzilla movie is sometimes just the thing your weekend needs before heading back to another week of slaying your own lightning-bolt-shooting, three-headed, flying reptilian obstacles and adversities.

Harry Houdini was a radical among radicals attempting to reinvent and create radtastic entertainment. And to boot he applied his knowledge of magic toward debunking con-men’s claims of supernatural abilities. If he were alive today he would assuredly still captivate the world and could have even assisted with the whole Charlie-Sheen-warlock-powers-tiger-blood thing. Suffice it to say, the only things he may not be able to escape from besides his own mortality would be the limelight and the paparazzi.

There are those that understand and those that don’t. Dog kisses are rad.

A “high five” punctuates that moment that is so undeniably radical that a simple thumbs up or fist pump won’t completely satiate the need to physically express joy and enthusiasm among others. It can be shared between sports teammates, office co-workers, young people, and old people and is regarded as the pinnacle of celebratory hand exchanges in any stadium or business seminar. Makes you wonder how mankind got by before Glenn Burke and Dusty Baker spontaneously created the first documented high five moments after Baker’s homer helped the playoff bound Dodgers become the first team in history with four teammates who hit at least 30 home runs. The world is millions of years old, man is thousands of years old, baseball is over a century old, and still the first time people thought to slap hands in the air while cheering was in 1977 between an outwardly gay player and his other history making teammate? High-five indeed!