I recently published a book. A lot of my friends bought it. (A few received free signed copies as the publisher always gives the author ten freebies. I still have three to give away.) How has it been received? All I can say is that the silence has been deafening.Continue reading
Does anyone else feel like they are just waiting to die? Every day just bleeds into the next. I have nothing on the horizon. I’m really just going through the motions. I read books, watch movies, eat, and sleep; really, just waiting for something. But what, I cannot say. This is just a long ramble, the result of boredom and too much late-night thinking.Continue reading
I had an interesting conversation. It started out mundane, as most interesting conversations do. I mean, you can’t just jump right to the interesting stuff, you’ve got to go through the introductions before you get to the foreplay that leads to a ripping good conversation. For the purpose of this post, and as a courtesy to your time, I will cut right to the sex. That is, the interesting bits of the conversation.
On this blog, I like to poke fun at Mr. Mitch McConnell, Republican representative from the bizarro state of Kentucky. Tonight, however, I want to write a letter to Mr. McConnell to let him know that his life is no joke. It’s not funny. And when his body dies, he will learn just how horrible his life has been.
If you follow this blog (and again, why the hell would you?) you know that I went on a trip to a country where hallucinogens are readily available to do a little mind expansion retreat. Here is what I learned.