Blogger is giving me the red ass… Nevertheless…I’m a plane to Chicago in a few minutes and my mother is worried about me, although she won’t say it. I think she’s afraid of giant...
A little of my weekend For those who care…and maybe for those who do not. T and Patti, makin’ him a daddy Mary M. looking as cute as she can Me and Chelle at...
Uh…let’s try this again I’ve spent the last few days on a constant hydration drip. I picked up a book to poke a few synapses in the eye. I think I’m on the verge...
Um…uh… Sometimes I make funny noises. The one that makes me giggle more often than not is an unsettling sort of gurgle (a la David Letterman/Butthead) that is closely associated with a deep un-understanding...
Rocket Man and the search for human truths Who would think that Elton John could inspire such laughter? Who would think I would ever inspire such…nevermind. The simple fact is this: I am living...
Don’t tell me I’m going to die President George Bush knew that the world’s most prolific terrorist was planning to hijack an airliner. Attorney General John Ashcroft was advised to stop flying commercial airlines...
“I think I’ll find me a younger woman.” Never…ever…say this to your wife. Age probably didn’t mean much to James and Sara when she was 20 and he was 19. It was a different...
Strap me in and take off I didn’t think much about it until this morning when the talk radio alarmists were giving the Fox News alarmists a lot of credit for a new way...
Salve for your fear, ointment for your loathing Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised that my last entry (see below) struck a power chord with my few but tenacious readers. The comments section is...
Killing the fluffy bunnies The Germans didn’t learn from Napolean and we didn’t listen to ol’ Nappy Ulcer Boy either. And we’re all about to pay for it. While we may not freeze to...
Potential I was only mildly distracted by Mary Jane’s chest during the rain scene of Spiderman. Somebody back in the nation’s salad years said comic books were the top of a slippery slope that...
The Life of Reilly I find myself touched sometimes by a the wail of a voice in the middle of a perfect song, by particular phrase turned just right–not over the top–at just the...
Tit for Tat At a time when most young men were piercing their ears, I was afraid of panties. My dad–always a good negotiator–offered me a compromise. I could get my ear pierced if...
Damn it Mired in self-loathing, bleeding from all of my four major appendages (keep your snide comments to yourself, bucky), and cursing my lack of athletic ability I drove back to Mt. Willis last...
