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  • The Bastardly Broth of the West End

    The Bastardly Broth of the West End

    I don’t ask for much in this world.   I really don’t.  I’m accustomed to living on very little money, so pricey material possessions have never factored into my life.  I’ve known how it feels to completely bottom out on alcohol abuse–right down to having the shakes so badly, I rummage through my bag of empties…

  • Excitement!

    Excitement!

    Don’t mind if I do, WordPress bot… The last thing I got excited about was learning how to effectively block people online in every conceivable way, including on this blog of mine. The amount of stress and anger I used to experience has diminished massively. Oh, that, and the spicy agedashi tofu I made two…

  • Jon Favreau Is A Cinematic Genius

    Jon Favreau Is A Cinematic Genius

    No, really.  Hear me out.  Jon, if you’re reading this–and I assume everyone in Hollywood receives Google alerts for anything containing their name–you outdid yourself with this flick.  Consider this my ode to “Chef.” So, for the rest of us armpit-scratching plebeians: Never heard of this movie?  That’s a shame.  I think it’s on Netflix…

  • Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on

    Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on

    Let’s get it out of the way: yes.  That is a very close-up picture of my right butt cheek, nearly two weeks after it landed with a most painful THWONK onto solid ice.  I tried to make the pic as bruise-centric as possible and not make it–y’know–a gratuitous picture of my ass.  It’s to show…