I tell you... my mind shifts so quickly I have a hard time keeping up with myself. It's dizzying. Truly. There are things about me that I can not for the life of me figure out the appeal from one moment to the next. It's this at once and that at the other. I am the butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker all rolled into one. It's from where my ( Read more... )

SO, not the best circumstances, not in the least, but I find myself a bachelor this weekend. It's been welcome having the king to his own castle for a short while, but only because I seem to have enough to fill my time and thoughts. Otherwise I would be here complaining of boredom and the need for company. But lots going on here at Chez Fish and ( Read more... )

It probably says a lot about me that I find this very upsetting. I can't say it's the loss of an underrated tallent, but in today's world it is certainly true. They are almost all gone now, folks. There's only a handfull left.....


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I have always made the joke that I am being drug, kicking and screaming, into this century. I have too much an affinity for times gone by and the moral [??] aesthetic that went with it all. Hindsight being better than 20/20 this all creates a longing and a sadness for what lies behind. It's not a nostalgia so much as a desire to hide where there is ( Read more... )

It's January ( Read more... )

...and I am just about at my wits very end. on the brink, people. thank bog for home and all that goes with it....

in other news....

Kong IS King

You've gotta work out your own salvation.
With no explanation to this Earth we fall
On hands & knees we crawl
And we look up to the stars
And we reach out & pray
To a deaf, dumb & blind God who never explains
Everybody knows what's going on with the world
I don't even know what's going on with myself...


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Well, it is official. I have been published. All of my years writing self-indulgent essays and blogging has finally paid off, apparently. For anyone interested, you can find my article in the latest issue of Ol' Skool Rodz on page 38. Phtogrophy by none other than Missus Fish her own self. The kewlest thing is that I can tell you all [you few?] to ( Read more... )

Nicholas Was...

older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die ( Read more... )