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And Bats, That With A Kiss, Turn Prince For You
That’s about it for this blog. If I return, then I will, without much fanfare. But with over two years of my time, over one hundred pieces of writing, and with nothing progressing from this point, I believe my efforts here are finished, and largely, have met their end. That’s not to say that it…
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Benches: An Essay Just Wouldn’t Cut It (Meaning, There’s Video)
A bench too meaningful to commit to simple paragraphs. …and honestly, the outline I started a couple of months ago was just spiraling out of control. The story of the Vancouver Granville Street Bridge Benches really isn’t that fabulous, but I have a tendency to start everything with a massive preamble, then elaborate on details…
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WordPress Writing Prompt, Which I Haven’t Done For A While
Finishing what I started. Reading stuff I wrote a while ago and discovering that it’s not bad at all. It’s a craft that doesn’t depend on one’s looks, age, physical health, or even mental health; some of the most cuckoo people I know are fairly decent writers, and some of the sanest people I know…
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Update and Epiphany: I hate being on camera, so what was I thinking?
Even as a tot–and a very cute one–you can see how enthused I was to be dressed up and have my picture taken. Did I actually think I was going to voluntarily put myself on YouTube? I did. And it was one of the more preposterous ideas I’ve ever had. And that’s a mouthful coming…
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Nothing to write right now.
But thanks for checking in. Enjoy the Gen Zed sartorial splendour. I’ll get there. Working on something but it’s work. Drop me a line if you feel so inclined; I’ll write back. Oh, and so apparently WordPress is going to charge me $150 next month to keep my horrible site plan, which is very new…
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…in the meantime, Jack White, you must know something:
I’m quite busy with my day job and with writing a whole pile of stuff (my first excruciating book, upcoming blog posts about nothing of any consequence), but I have said this once, twice, three times a lady: I will never kick you out of bed for sitting on my face. I don’t care what…
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Happy International Men’s Day!
That is, in fact, a young-ish Clive Owen. Something about this guy has always made me feel tingly, flushed, and indecent. Well, I’m not going to say too much about this day. It just reminds me of when I was a kid, and Mother’s Day and Father’s Day would roll around and my siblings and…


