Leaving without a jet plane The air is crack-frozen, but dryish. People forced to work outside have red noses and fissures in the tiny tissues of their hands. It’s a pop-slap in the face...
Fatigue and rolling Cluck-Mucker Tuesday–2am…sleepless, frustrated, jacked up on nothing in particular. Finally find restless sleep in my own bed. Wedneday–3:30am…beer didn’t work, neither did a workday that rivaled some of the toughest I’ve...
“There’s not much of the plane left.” Those words from NTSB board member, John Goglia… For those who don’t know…a plane bound for the airport nearest Mt. Willis crashed on takeoff yesterday morning. All...
Change My watch is sneaking toward morning like it wants to get out of the house without waking the girl it just slept with. I don’t blame it. I’m an ugly bitch in the...
Oh, help me, Rhonda The only thing good about second shift TV work is the freedom to sleep a little later in the day. I’m working second shift today for the first time in...
Manic Monday There’s a guy out there somewhere (I can’t remember his name) who wrote a book titled Don’t Set Goals. I never read the book or read about the book. The most I...
Therapy for the bird winger There is a poem from Spoon River Anthology (a fantastic work by the way, if you never read it) called “Bert Kessler.” It begins… I WINGED my bird, Though...
continued from above Long ago, when I had no real use for my Bellsouth e-mail account, I used it for online registatrion forms. I had no reason to care if that e-mail box was...
Otis Unplugged The (Misplaced) Unrepentant Texan offered this piece of thought from the Washington Post. I took to thinking and you know where that leads. The basic question: What pieces of technology could we...
Hear from me last night? If you didn’t, it’s only because I couldn’t find your phone number. Somebody REALLY should invent the Breath-A-Phone. Mt. Willis survived again. A little spilled champagne. A broken picture...
Happy New Year As 1:37 tries to find 1:38 AM, I find myself wishing there was someone awake to ask me, “So, what did you do today?”. There is not. Only my doggy is...
Blaming the sesame chicken The phone rang so hard it almost shook itself off my bedside table. I pulled the cobwebs apart (those that covered my unfocused eyes) and reached for the receiver. Before...
Oral sex and those who have tired of it… Disclaimer: This figures to be a PG-13 post if you haven’t figured that out yet. Most right-thinking people figured this one out a long time...
