I have to watch what I say here. I'll tell you a secret, but you have to promise to keep it close and tell no one. People are listening in. They know what you say here. So, I'll be careful. I'll pussy foot around the things I'm really getting at because you never really know who might be reading. That's the nature of a blog, isn't it? Your ( Read more... )

Felt like tying one on tonight. Couldn't tell you why. Just seemed to be the thing to do at the time. You'd think I'd posted enough for one day, but these days it seems I've more to say than I have in the last... Well, I don't remember the last time I had so much to say. I've had a lot of things locked up inside for a long time. Either ( Read more... )

It really is a good thing Myspace doesn't track the number of times you sign in each day/week/month/life 'cause if it did I think I'd be really depressed and disgusted with myself. I believe this is the double digits for me today. Seems that even when I am busy doing things I still have plenty of time to get online 82 and a half times a day to ( Read more... )

The night between day two and day three was a strange one. Two days paddling in cold river was enough to tire me out to a point that falling a sleep was not a concern. Although I will point out that if you're planning on sleeping in a tent by yourself in the woods, your preferred choice of reading should not be about zombies. You'll quickly ( Read more... )

Day Two ( Read more... )

It's like the shanks in golf. Like any swing in golf really. Only this is even more natural. This is physics that would happen in spite of any and all intentions and efforts. After spending three days learning how to send myself down a river in a small plastic tube, I have come to the conclusion that the only thing that really truly thwarts ( Read more... )

One with the earth below, Lord,
One with the sky above,
One with the seed I sow, Lord,
One with the hearts I love.

Make earth of my dust, Lord,
Make air of my breath,
Make love of my lust, Lord,
And Life of my death.

From Clive Barker's Sacrament

Great merciful crap, it's finally over. Give Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn medals and celebrate the stamina of the 30-40 something male actor. I only went to three weddings, all of which I was invited to and I don't care if my own brother gets married next month. I'm not fucking going. Don't misunderstand me. There's some small part of my head ( Read more... )

An excerpt from Clive Barker's Sacrament ( Read more... )

An excerpt from Clive Barker's Sacrament ( Read more... )