If you’re one of the three people that actually keeps track of the progress bar there to the right of the blog, you’re probably wondering why in the name of the unholy new maths Project Tennyson hasn’t advanced in any way, shape, or identifiable form in, like, months. Literally, I think the last time I … Continue reading Writing really, REALLY is rewriting
Polar Vortex strikes! Hmmm...Frozen film, frozen world. This is Disney's fault!
It’s Day 8756 of The Undying Winter that the great far-seer, GRRM, foretold. Hope has long since abandoned us. It’s plain now, as plain as the dirty re-frozen slush at the end of my driveway, that the kids will never return to school. With their educations stunted, they have taken to wearing only athletic shorts … Continue reading The Endless Teeth of Winter
Today was a holiday. Yes, that means the kids were off school. Again. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly not holding it against Dr. King or anything. The man deserves his day. But based on the figures I scrawled together tonight while pouring myself a parfait glass full of Ole Slack-Jawed—which consequently, was the cheapest … Continue reading Oh, the wintry woe
Okay, so not really. I mean, I totally would probably rent it out if there was a good enough reason, because, hey, who's above selling out a little bit? Not me. I'd have to start getting a couple of pretty whopping doses of self-righteousness a day, I guess, before started worrying about piddling little things … Continue reading This space for rent
Mid-JanuaryDoldrums, malaise, ennui. Bleh.Time to plan a trip.
It’s pretty well documented that I’m not a morning person. And by “not a morning person”, I mean that if I was given the choice between of getting up in the God-forsaken morning or having to fend off an attack by a large, organized pack of ravenous canines indigenous to Austrailia with nothing but a … Continue reading The view outside my windshield
Hey, look, it’s Friday again. Let’s all raise our collective glasses full of well, whatever your particular poison of preference happens to be. Or, hell, even if it doesn’t come in a glass. But, um, let’s try to keep it to legal vices this time. I’m still waiting on a court date from that last … Continue reading Friday Fiction: Looking back at “The Bar Patron and the Young Lady:
As is so often the case when that first week of real work in the new year rolls around, I find myself swamped worse than Luke Skywalker looking for a 900 year-old Jedi Master. How bad could it really be, you ask? Well: My task list at the office stretches from here to Narnia, and … Continue reading Pictures worth 400 words
Well, now. Since the Earth didn’t miraculously come to a screeching halt in the vastness of space in the past two days, looks like that whole “New Year’s” fad all the kids were so hip on didn’t get canceled after all. Which, you know, is a good thing, really. If for no other reason than … Continue reading New Year’s Resolution