I figured I better hurry and get this thing written before the Perpetual Fatigue Monster wraps its tentacles around me and throws me on the bed again. That's been the one really bad thing about the past couple of months. I barely have enough wind to walk across a medium-sized room without panting. Sometimes all I want to do is sleep. With all ( Read more... )

I don't know why these two things seem to be connected, but there's something about this ( Read more... )

Well I went to the doctor
Said I'm feelin' kinda rough
He said lemme break it to you son
Your shit's fucked up
I said my shit's fucked up?
But I don't see how
He said the shit that used to work
Well, it don't work now.

-Warren Zevon

I'd much rather write about anything else tonight, and I do mean anything, but I ( Read more... )

...the JFK assassination and being real peeved that the coverage pre-empted my Saturday morning cartoons ( Read more... )

It looks like we are rapidly sliding downhill towards the annual orgy of consumerism that used to be known as Christmas. Hard to believe there was a time when I actually looked forward to it. There is an entry elsewhere on this blog describing how I would devour the Sears catalogue the moment it arrived, turning it into a ragged mess by the time ( Read more... )

Okay, that's an incredibly uninspired title for this posting, but I'm not feeling very inspired today, so it will have to do.

Tomorrow I march forth to brave the weekday traffic of Greenville once again as I distribute the current issue of the Greenville Times.  I have an article in this one, which I think qualifies me for Above & Beyond The Call Of ( Read more... )

It is known that there is an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the ( Read more... )

    I approach the vines
    doesn't look like much
    but pushing aside the leaves reveals bunches of them in all their glory

I duck under the vines
    the grapes leap into my bucket by themselves, it seems
    creating comical plunks

one grape in particular, voluptuous in its ripeness
    the sun shining through the vines ( Read more... )

The eye of Ernesto is about 25 miles south of here as I write this. Looking out the window around sunrise, I see nothing but rain and the occasional stiff gust of wind. I've seen worse from non-hurricane storms.

Ho hum. I'm going back to sleep.

(The following is the text of a letter I've sent to all the ( Read more... )