1950s flashbacks that I can’t logically be having.
I know, in my heart, that although a rationed dose of paranoia is one of the only truly reasonable modes of thought a sane mind can have, too much of … Continue reading
His veins were filled with chocolate pudding.
I’m still not sure why, but I have a driving urge within me to mention off the bat that I fully intended to post this entry yesterday afternoon, sometime between … Continue reading
Memo to Elizabeth Berkley…
You may one day awaken and find yourself replaced. By a sock puppet. And it will still do a more credible job in “Showgirls” than you managed. In fact, that … Continue reading
Bedlam Living Room.
When it rains, it pours, but I am so, so happy that the weather has gotten nice. My girlfriend and I have maintained an ongoing discussion about one day moving … Continue reading
Everybody nosedive, hold your breath, count to five.
Yesterday, either as a result of gloomy weather or something else entirely, I felt sluggish and bleak, which made it difficult to get as much writing done as I would … Continue reading
Thrown from the horse. Still contemplating a return to the saddle.
I flaked. It is Monday morning, two days after my second grab at the brass ring that is casting in Too Much Light, and I’m expecting only two of the … Continue reading
Conversations with the Inner Cynic.
I’m currently fighting off a bout of existential angst, for the simple reason that I don’t have time for it. My average live theatre attendance increases about 400% this week, … Continue reading
A well-regulated, but not necessarily efficient or organized, militia.
The Swiss Army, let it be said, must be doing something right. Switzerland remains smack dab in the middle of larger, greedier, more powerful European powers, and nobody comes in … Continue reading
As I was saying…
(Quick note on the subject title…if I recall correctly, this was the first thing Jack Paar said after he came back to hosting The Tonight Show. Paar had left the … Continue reading
Creative Control 