it’s late and I have much to do, but heaven forfend I abjure the blog (from the broadway spectacular of the same name). Just to keep you in excess verbiage for the interregnum, here’s…
Hey Ho, Blogsylvania! I want to get a quick post posted but most of what I’ve got ready for ya is either too wordacious or doesn’t really seem to fit the flow I’ve got going…
Hey, thanks for visiting. I know you’ve got some important television to watch; hell, we all do. It’s summertime, which used to mean The Don Knotts Variety Hour, but now it’s…
One more site visit down today… one more road trip… and thankfully, no special weirdness to report. Earlier this week I stayed over at a strange, creepy pseudo-Tudor motel in Sideways…
Hey I’m out of town for two days without computer contact with the outside world and that means YOU. So let’s enjoy the interregnum with this brief list of BOARD GAMES FOR THE DYSFUNCTIONAL…
It being the cusp of yet another delightful weekend, it’s high time I regaled you with how much fun you didn’t have last weekend - unless you were among the 30 or so jolly souls who crowded…
Sigh. This has already been a very long week, and it’s only Wednesday. The work has been challenging and less than gratifying - lots of numbercrunching and answering for long-past…
Here are two lists, because my life right now seems to consist mainly of identifying things that need to be done and then doing them. SO:
LIST 1: baked goods that are now in residence…
I was once a meme whore but I am significantly recovered. I rarely now, if ever, respond to email- or blog-borne proposals that I engage in some activity that everybody else is doing too for no…
It has been said that everything old is new again, but never before has it seemed more true than now - and I mean, never in the history of the planet, with which I enjoy an unrivaled personal familiarity. …
You knew it was coming. Like tsunamis, colonoscopies and Broadway revivals, there’s really no stopping it. At the appointed hour on the appointed day, fate will fulfill itself. …
Mysterious Hiding Places of the Monkees
Davy Jones’ Locker
Michael Nesmith’s Vanity
The Shoebox under Mickey Dolenz’ Bed
Peter Tork’s Over-Designed…
Looks like a dag-blame essay series comin’ in. Better lay in some supplies. Chuckles has been known to make this stuff really last.
There’s something about…
Here’s part two of the storms series. Some folk are reminding me of some big storms from my childhood, with rivers in the streets and downed trees and floating cars. Some quibble…
I can place this cherished memory of storms in the second semester of my second year of college because, as I recall, my then-neighbor Dave came to awaken me during a brief therapeutic Normalizing Anthropoidal…
That gentle stirring of the cosmic soup is me, starting to move around again. Let’s not go crazy with it now, though - we’ll re-initiate activities slowly and gently, so as not excessively…
Not long ago I was sitting alone in a dark room on an uncomfortable chair, as I am wont to do, wondering what might make me an interesting person, were I ever to become one. I could do something…
"Common courtesies” are supposed to be the basic level of human civility. SUPPOSED TO BE. I don’t know about you but I’m getting tired of waiting for “common courtesy.”…
Let’s make this easy on ourselves. It’s late, I’m stressed out, and the coming week will be rife with challenges. But for some unknowable reason I feel that I ought to…
Happy Goddamn Holidays, or, to be accommodating to our more sensitive readers, Happy Goddamn Holidays already. It’s now the middle of that intercelebratory interstice, where xmas has x-ited…
I don’t mind being busy; sometimes I prefer it. But this is beyond ridiculous. It’s ridonkulous. It’s freak-tastic. It’s...it’s… it’s....…
