In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog:

One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

Monday, September 19, 2011


There's nothing mainstream about the mainstream media. Never has been, never will. In the real world, men don't wear makeup at work, unless they're a drag queen. Women don't dress, or appear as beauty queen wannabees at 5:00 am, unless they're hookers. That's the facts and nothing will change my mind.

* That was a pretty harsh post. I suppose I should add a disclaimer:

The resemblance of this post to any hooker, correspondent, or drag queen, whether living, or dead, is purely coincidental.

Warning - this post may cause consternation, headaches, numbness in the extremities, pain when urinating, insomnia, fainting, halitosis, dry mouth, painful rectal itch, bulimia, depression, temporary memory loss and weakness. Do not operate machinery, or drive until you know this post will not affect your abilities. If you have difficulty breathing, or suffer a severe rash, stop reading and seek immediate medical care.

And I can't forget:

No animals were hurt during the making of this post.


  1. I avoid mainstream media at all costs and for the same reasons I avoid circus clowns and quack medicine.

  2. I get irritated at the self-important pontifications by some of these word merchants. They live, work and play in a small circle of people that are as clueless as they are.