Where I just close my eyes & type

Now that I’m bald, but bearded, I feel like Sid Haig. I’m really tempted to dress up in clown makeup and call everyone by Groucho Marx character names. Or just watch lots of Rob Zombie movies1. The bald seems to be working well in combatting scalpne – and the strange looks I get from passersby… Continue reading Where I just close my eyes & type

Where I write about words and caffeine and dinner and stripper films masked as horror flicks

I’m fully aware that there are people who wake up and don’t feel the need to expel half of their body weight through their sinuses. I envy those people. I’ve actually been running pretty regularly . . . something “clicked” in my head and I realized that I was making excuses to stay inside to… Continue reading Where I write about words and caffeine and dinner and stripper films masked as horror flicks

Where I hope for some new Instagram filters

If you know me in real life, you know that there’s a greater chance to catch me without pants than without my iPhone1. I like to keep the iPhone handy for a plethora of reasons . . . I’m, technically, “always on call” for work emergencies. Sometimes, I know of a particularly evil play with… Continue reading Where I hope for some new Instagram filters