'Lyin awake all night, I just can't seem to sleep these days. I hear voices call in my mind, but I can't hear what they say...'

So, it's midline on the Holiday scramble thing. And as usual, the family avoidance cone-weave. Then again, they're not pushing as much. Or at all, actually. Hm. Have I reached that point? Curmudgenhood? Yelling at kids on a lawn, no matter who's lawn it is? No.

'Now there is a sorrow, that always comes my way. But you never really know, you never really know..... read more

Once upon a time. Boy meets girl. Boy discovers he has no interest in her past friendship. She keeps dragging him back in through her considerable charms and his obvious love (Just not that kind) for her. She adds a keylogger onto his laptop or just cracks his Yahoo account. She discovers that, shock to shock, he wasn't just dating her. She collates a letter about him and his private life and sends it to anyone and everyone he's known meanwhile trying to get him back under her thrall.

And... read more

I noticed the letter on the counter, and balked a bit foggily. Addressed to me from the Oakland P.D. So I took it down to the place I’m currently crashing in (AKA the Man Cave) and opened it.

“Oh, Fuck...”

‘Congratulations! You are among the candidates who passed the P.O.S.T. Entry-Level Law Enforcement Test Battery for the position of Police Officer Trainee...’

I’ll explain. I need a gig, and in that happy manner of someone who’s tumbling off of a cliff, I’m grabbing at any shrubbe... read more

I picked up Paula from SFO last night, but, as usual with both parties, I didn’t check whether the flight was delayed, and the flight was delayed. So I grabbed a NY Times, hunkered down and read about... practically nothing. The News section of the times, I’ve discovered, has become so watered down that nothing sticks anymore. Quality has gone way downhill, and the partisan idiocy that led them into that bland tundra is killing them. This is the paper that continued the whole Obama - Reverend... read more

And there was this day that I woke here in SF, and realized that I had half my life over. And that, kids, is a sobering thought. I mean, I may drop dead by a aneurysm , or get flattened by a bus, or get scattered along with the shattered debris of the Black Mariah on some long, lonely highway somewhere outside of Roswell or Memphis. Life is tenuous, fragile, bitter, cold, delicious, and, as the canard goes, precious. All the more to think of things that’d given me joy. Sofar. Cracking the cru... read more