I was out of the house all day, attending Barbara Marshall's funeral in Cambridge, Md. Thomas Funeral Home, if you care ( Read more... )

I observed that first moment of silence this morning dozing on the toilet ( Read more... )

ahahahaaa - I dreamt I was Bill Shatner, and when I swing my suitcase down on the bed and open it, I am rooting around for my socks. "Damnit! If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself!" I say.


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I asked someone from my childhood what he wanted at his future funeral. He replied that he wanted a big screen showing a film of Mothra flying upside down and backward, its wings beating time to Roxanne, that song from the 1980's by The Police ( Read more... )