The extent to which people will go to separate you from your money is ridiculously amazing sometimes. I was thinking about this when it got to be time to go through and see the fish caught in the helpful spam net provided by WordPress – comments that never made it to my blogs because of [...]
Posts Tagged ‘writing’
Voyeur and Voyager
Posted: November 21, 2011 in Life, living, writingTags: art, bits and bites, creativity, death, disease, instability, Jitterbug Perfume, joy, Life, nesting, The Machine, Tom Robbins, writing
How much electronic pain must be suffered at the delighted hands of masochistic fairy muses, who flit about teasing the writer with half-formed ideas? All day long this one has been continually dive-bombed by brilliant sparkling thoughts, only to see them fade away as soon as the mental hand reaches out to grasp. At [...]
Release
Posted: June 24, 2011 in humor, Life, living, writingTags: divorce, living, marriage, taxi, writing
The capricious breeze sauntered carelessly through his stubborn hair, pushing this way and that until the dogged gel that was holding everything together finally sighed, shrugged its shoulders and gave up. Whereupon, the follicle company, mimicking the primordial warrior dance of the galaxies, began its mad performance. The hair’s owner, oblivious to the upper level [...]
It’s funny: when you take pride in being unique, there are little things that poke you in the back to prove you are not. That you’re just another variation on a common theme. Like words, for example. I like words a lot, even though I find myself sometimes frustrated at the dearth of just the [...]
Evolution of the TV Adult Male
Posted: April 3, 2011 in entertainment, humor, show business, writingTags: actors, characters, Charlie Runkle, comedies, commercials, Hank Moody, men in show business, scripts, writing
Ever since getting into show business (going to commercial auditions, getting up on stage to do comedy improv work), I’ve been told to brace myself because the only popular roles for men are characters who are idiots and clowns. The stereotypical dad, personified by people like Elliot Gould, who played Monica and Ross’ socially clueless [...]
He sat at a table in the bar, a glass of white wine in his right hand, nothing particular on his mind. The door opened, and a draft of icy air wafted through the place, pushing the warmth on tip-toes into the far reaches of the corners. Two men followed, grating laughter blatting forth, the [...]
Writing That Novel
Posted: October 31, 2010 in ADHD, Life, writingTags: ADD, Executive Function, Life, NaNoWriMo, Novel, writing
There is something a little satisfying about meeting a group of people who have something in common with you. I realized the joy of that when I attended an ADD support group recently. Having been formerly diagnosed as having Attention Deficit Disorder a few weeks ago, I’ve made up my mind to do something about [...]
He browsed a lot. Which is why they called him the Browser. The Browser liked to look at properties online. Big, expensive places – mansions with swimming pools. He even browsed Tiger Williams’ mansion, and lamented the fact that Tiger would probably lose it in the divorce. He loved browsing for cars too, and found [...]
Today kids we’re trying something quite different. We’re blogging by iPhone. When you have fat fingers (well, like most men I imagine. Except for the unfortunate girly men with their teeny-tiny delicate hand extensions that they mistakenly call fingers). Wait. Where was I? Right. Having fat fingers means you’re going to be making a LOT [...]
9:00-10:00 The man smiled at the brunette, raising one eyebrow above his black sunglasses. He pulled his arm from her shoulder and reached into his jacket pocket, to pull out the world’s largest stogie. He clipped it, wet it and plunged it into his mouth. He managed to mouth out “darlin’, light me, would you?” [...]
It was too early to go home. The bar seemed to beckon me, with its warm lights and light jazz music. I mean, I’m not normally a jazz guy. You’ll never catch me playing lounge music on the piano, with that sickening salesman grin. Still though, there was something compelling about the whole thing. Maybe it [...]
