At Least They're Committed

“Hahaha. Pththththttt. I had visions, I was in them, I was looking into the mirror to see a little bit clearer all the rottenness and evil in me.” Harvey Danger. “Yes, yes.” Who are you singing to today? “Nobody. Jus’ me. Hear the voices in my head, I swear to God it sounds like they’re… Read more

Tsk! Now, now. You ought not take anything I say (or write) seriously, not in the least. I might stomp and swear a bit, but that’s simply in the moment. The next moment, oh, all right, maybe hour or day, I will likely feel quite differently about whatever it was that made me fidget and/or… Read more

Who will it be? Who will it be? It seems like every time I hit rock bottom, when I feel like I’m crawling through life’s wretched, twisted, corroded debris, someone unknowingly grabs me from the edge. My brain has been working in overdrive again and when the mental marathon gets to be too much I… Read more

Excellent conversation with Edison’s Black Dahlia about life, death, spiritualism, heaven, hell . . . so, yes we were talking about Avenged Sevenfold. He was nearly asleep the first time he heard the bridge in Wicked End, he tells me, and it was so intense it woke him up and nearly made him cry. Me,… Read more

The strength of the Ringbearer is failing. In his heart, Frodo begins to understand the quest will claim his life. ~ Galadriel The line had been rolling through my head for days, but it wasn’t until now that I realized what Galadriel saw was not a potential future, but rather the future. I equated “claiming his life” with death. But it’s… Read more

“Um, Mom, why are you singing at the sliding glass door?” DS has just come up from the basement and he’s staring at me. “You can see and hear me?” I ask. He puzzles a second and then says, yes. “I’ve been singing all day actually,” I tell him. “Singing what?” he asks politely. “Eh,… Read more