It has been this sort of week: I haven’t figured out if I’m the kid or the dragon yet. Back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow. (a href=”http://ruinedchildhood.com/post/95429359599/afearlessthreshold-i-dont-even-remember-where”>via) Continue reading Programming Note
Right now, I feel a little like Godzilla’s logo up there. So limited words tonight. “One for Friday” will be here at it’s regularly scheduled time tomorrow. Continue reading Programming Note
Someday soon, I will get better at having some actual writing, with words and punctuation and junk, presented anew in this space every day. I’m afraid that tonight I have to once again concede defeat, this time because I spent so much time with this lovely young lady: Look for the results at Spectrum Culture on Friday. (Image above pilfered from elsewhere.) Continue reading The night they invented champagne, it’s plain as it can be they thought of you and me
Honest, it’s okay to root for the turkey today. Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving!
Since the fates conspires with a really terrible cable company to prevent me from providing my typical daily post yesterday, and since I’m weary from a long day of driving, I’m going to go ahead and make this a 100% Florida posts week by sharing my current attitude towards the Sunshine State: Continue reading Sleeping in the smoke ‘cuz the dirt’s on fire down here
This seems an adequate stand-in for words today. Continue reading And rainbows have nothing to hide
My brain is broken. I hope to have it fixed by tomorrow. Continue reading Programming Note
“What did you expect, a turkey card?” Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving!
I know the feeling. Continue reading We could be old and cold and dead on the sea
This is how I will concede that I have no words in me today that are worth sharing: It’s quite honestly better than anything I could have written at any point in the past twenty-four hours. Continue reading Fuzzy
Coffee for Two 