It being close to a year that I've managed to avoid this nonsense, it's about time for me to come back and swear that I'm going to make every effort to update more frequently. This time I'm back due to necessity, not by choice. During a poorly remembered episode of over-caffeinated ecstatic reverie, I agreed to participate in a project, a vain ( Read more... )

The gnat wasn't lucky; the gnat wasn't unlucky; it was just there. It couldn't have known I was coming, it couldn't have done anything to prevent me from speeding down that path on my bike. It wasn't the gnat's decision to have the swarm right in that particular place, four feet above the the ground, 5 feet east of the canal, three and a half ( Read more... )

I am tired and I am late to this again but I'm not not going to do this, god damn it. This text box is here and it is empty and I am putting something in it because who does this text box think it is? Lookin' like nobody can write in it? Maybe you can't- and you know what? You didn't! But I did. I up and did it, showed this text box who's ( Read more... )

Well I've already blown it; it's been more than 48 hours since the previous post in which I solemnly vowed to post no less frequently than every 48 hours. I can't even adhere to my own guidelines. It makes it a damn sight harder to complain about anything when I can't even meet a goal a set myself two days before. I should feel terrible about ( Read more... )

It has been more than month, it seems, since any person on my Livejournal friends list has made a post. Meaning you've left behind a vast textual desert with no posts even to desert. You're probably on facebook with the rest of those nattering stooges. But that is well enough because I have to do some talking to myself and it's best to do it ( Read more... )

-This afternoon, suppressed by the coming snow storm, was the sort of day that clinically depressed self styled poets were made for. Bleak as hell. You rarely see that many shades of gray occur naturally all at once. Grays that made browns gray, grays that made greens gray, and blues never even stood a chance ( Read more... )

Have you ever been sitting around, not doing anything in particular, when you realize that you're listening to an arrangement of Carmina Burana for banjo? It's an odd sort of surprise.

Oh what misery is this? Today was the annual trip to Peddler's Village* to purchase a fancy ceramic coffee mug to give my mother for Christmas. Every Christmas I get her one, and every year it's broken by Easter.** I hate going to Peddler's Village but I love my mother so I go and get her a mug to break. I hate going to Peddler's Village ( Read more... )

I have something to say about Lady Gaga ( Read more... )

hi hows it going ( Read more... )