This is my interstellar craft of truth and wit. Buckle up. If you want celebrity gossip, this is not the blog for you. If you want comfortable postings that’ll fill you with happy fuzzy thoughts about the world at large, or self-help guru shit, this is not the blog for you.
Tag Archives: choices
I recently had a reminder that asphalt ain’t good eatin’. I can’t play the victim card here. I fucked up. All my fault, 100% dumb-ass coming your way. I knew I was cutting it close between an intersection curb and a truck waiting for the light, and foolishly tried to ride through anyhow. Handlebar whacks mirror, […]
On Twitter, I just described the sound float-planes make as “They sound like a riding lawnmower mated with a drunk bee.” It’s not the greatest thing ever, but for the first time in a while, I wanted to describe something, and it came out the way I was thinking it. You think that SOUNDS like a […]
“Either it’ll move me or it’ll move right through me.” - Gordon Downie Lately, life dictates that I consider my creative avenues and where my priorities lie, like anyone who choses a creative life to pursue. The “money” route is easier. Always is. Paying rent’s so rewarding, never mind buying food. But I was raised […]
The phrase “Physician, heal thyself,” is meant to be a dry poke at the medical profession. You may be god-like, but you can’t fix yourself. “Writer, heal thyself,” however, isn’t a poke, it’s a goal. In talking with a friend over dinner last night, I likened writing to the extreme sports of the artistic world. No […]
THIS POSTING’S DEDICATED TO ANYONE WHO THINKS THEY’RE STUCK BEING FAT. It’s not all hand-holding and gentle. I cut through the bullshit. You want your reality check? Start here. Oh, and I’m not selling a fuckin’ thing. I’m just trying to help you do what I’ve done, because it’s WORTH it. I get a lot of […]
While all the good little people were out getting in touch with their god of choice, I was having a lovely Sunday morning watching a BDSM fairytale, Secretary. I’ve been meaning to see Secretary since its release in 2002, as I’ve been a lifelong fan of James Spader ever since I loved hating him in […]