snippits…

so I says to her “c’mon, you’re comparing apples and orangutans, and you know there’s totally a market for a remake of top gun with an all midget cast”, to which she replied “Only if it’s a musical…”


do great minds think alike?

what about deranged ones?


contiuations

So I’ve fallen behind, yet again, and I’m tired of playing catch-up… but I will do what I need to do. I know what I’ve got to work with, I’ve been through the materials, and it should be ok. I just have to get in there and get it done.


sometimes…

you make it really hard for me to give a damn.


I’d forgotten so much…

one thing I’ve been reminded of lately is the fact that southern rural areas have a strict policy of remembering Veteran’s day. Having lived so long in the ‘socialist dystopia’ of the RP and surrounding north chicago area, I’d forgotten how ‘patriotic’ people can be.


visual basic six….

seriously? I’m interfacing with a system that was built using a language spec that has been abandoned by the originators because even they knew it sucked? What’s next, am i going to have to trade in my honda civic for a Pinto? Christ….


continuations

too many projects, too many directions, too much to read, too much to write… not enough visibly accomplished. I need an assistant, minions would be nice. The ideas flow faster than the progress, and though I capture them for later use, I’d rather be jumping onto new opportunities as quickly as they come, not at


another halloween

dressed as a recluse… When I was a child, I loved halloween. It was an occasion to go into town and run amok with the other children who normally I only saw at school. Then, while in the throes of adolescence, I forsake dressup. Later in my early adulthood, I was brought back into the


excerpt #2

another chuck of story…. not real folks, just fiction———————————————– “Hey Joe!” The barrel chested, slightly slovenly reject from a Red Green episode called from behind the bar as I walked into Pinch for a much needed, if undeserved, happy hour drink. Having come of of age in Chicago, where happy hour pricing is illegal, suddenly


excerpt #1

Sally Logan. The wife of John A Logan, considered the founder of this one-horse town… But I know of Sally, who’s been dead and gone for over a 100 years, because the town library is named for her. I was born in this town and the first library I knew was this one. We lived