A brief moment of victory.
Below is a post I wrote on Wednesday morning at a discussion group I frequent, followed by a vindicating response from another poster. Something about the response brightened my day … Continue reading
Cassandra Complex.
Having a World Is Terrible sorta mood swing. Since I do not have the gift of foresight but do have the gift of imagination, I dearly hope that this flash … Continue reading
Mystery Science Presidential Speech.
First of all, I need to apologize to Kenny Chesney. A few weeks back, in the midst of a rant, I sent a “memo” to him regarding the anti-American sentiment … Continue reading
One day you am thank me for this. You will say “Weirdzo, you fink. You cut it off. Get lost.”
I find myself looking across time and feeling as if we’ve landed in Bizarro America. Last year at this time, we were preparing to go to war, we were gathering … Continue reading
My imagination runs away and joins the circus.
I predict that today may see a sudden surge in blog activity, but I’m hardly an expert on the subject. An anniversary entry seems almost obligatory. For me, looking back … Continue reading
Observations found and lost.
I’ve had several thoughts over the past two weeks that for one reason or another I decided not to update the journal with. This is nothing new, although I do … Continue reading
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
And Jingo was his Name-O!
There is a secret organization of American comedy writers.
It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again.
Pain is reality, surrender is not.
Creative Control 