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.

Thursday, December 20, 2012


In my world, that I like to think as normal, devastation is when a family member has an unexpected illness, or accident. That, or something like a severe weather event leaves people homeless, or suffering from the loss of a family member.

Not in Hollywood. Apparently, since Anne Hathaway gave a photographer a glimpse of here hoo-hoo, while leaving a car, she is finding the event devastating. All I can say is that it's a good thing a boob didn't fall out during the process. If that had happened, she'd have been forced to spend days on the talk shows and write a book about the horrible experience.


  1. So Mom's advice still holds water: "Be sure you're wearing clean underpants!" Or, bare minimum, underpants at all. Hell, even a loincloth or a fig leaf would've prevented this "tragedy"...

  2. If accidental flashing is supposed to be devastating, I should have spontaneously combusted by now.

  3. After getting battery acid on the seat of a pair of pants, I flashed for at least an hour as my butt cheeks were cooled by the unrestricted wind.

    I should write a book, go on the talk shows, start a personal counseling web site and make a few million bucks preying on the insecurities of the gullible.

  4. I'm going to have some fun with this.

    Oh...Merry Christmas, by the way.