In the time honored tradition of terse posts,

I'm writing a last minute short story about a "private pooer" (can't defecate in heavily trafficked areas) and I am greeted with the feeling of deja vu.  Kinda pathetic.

Also, it's turning into an odd love story.  Don't ask me how though.

James or He Who Ruins His Sleep Schedule

I felt compelled to write an interesting account from the past few days and it almost evolved into an essay.  Hopefully you enjoy it.

A black cat , twice this week, has appeared to me.  Though it is yet to "cross my path", the distance between we two diminishes with each encounter. 
       Our first encounter was at the east end of Kirkhof, ( Read more... )

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After a week of senselessness and lack of connectivity, it is good to finish with a well constructed story that has meaning.  It's nothing I've scribed, for my creative well has been bone dry for a couple of moons but I was able to watch one of my favorite movies with some friends.  The friends were Greg Mason, Rachel Lewandowski, on loan from EMU ( Read more... )

            He had to suppress his gag reflex upon entering the cramped therapist’s office.  Whoever had selected the colors for the room was either entirely color blind or took a sadistic pleasure from the nauseating effect it created.  Turquoises, maroons, and browns were all swirling together in a way that made John’s stomach churn. If he had ( Read more... )

The Tinley Park High School Marching Band was packed up to its sousaphones with people bearing the name Eric. Eric Roberts, Eric Loranger, Eric Freeman and the quite Erik Janzon. Steve Vandervliet, a junior, percussionist and professional buffoon came to the conclusion that the Eric quota had already been filled and it was his job to do something ( Read more... )

Since my time as a young lad in the fields and valleys of Tinley Park (most of which only exist in my mind), I have been fascinated with most animals. I would ecstaticly visit the Brookfield Zoo, keep a mental checklist of every animal I would spot on car rides and would zealously research animals. On many afternoons a young James would sit in ( Read more... )

42. The Answer to the Ultimate Question. I just finished The Restaurant At the End of the Universe and I am in awe of the deep existential/philosophical concepts paired with Adams' oddball humor. I particularly like the true Ruler of the Universe. Reading always makes me want to write but I can never come up with a coherent plot or can never go ( Read more... )

Greetings from beyond Michigan in the land of plains and Lincolns. You might be sitting at your nearest convenient computer terminal, wondering how your favorite James Russell Walsh, age 20, from Tinley Park, Illinois is doing. As his internet historian, I can tell you that his current status ranges somewhere from mediocre to pretty decent. ( Read more... )

The following is a clip from the show Thank God You're Here. The show which is normally disappointing, had skit thanks to the very funny Harland Williams. My friend Dan Heber had recorded the show and he showed me this hilarious clip. I hope you all enjoy it.http://www.youtube