Here is another of my gif /slidehows of old ads. I've wanted to do one of cigarette ads for a while now, but once I started rese...

BLOGGER'S LAMENT.  I am absolutely exhausted. Just wiped out. I've been - somehow - don't know how -  didn't want to...

Margaret Atwood "can't write a novel," according to Norm Macdonald (AARON VINCENT ELKAIM / THE CANADIAN PRESS) By PE...

I’ve been having some thoughts lately, mostly triggered by some recent events in the news. It’s about people’s language around mental il...

The New Girl in School Papa do ron-de ron-de, do ron-de ron-de, do ron-de ron-de, oo I got it bad for the new girl in s...

I've rescored some of my favorite Harold Lloyd scenes with "unusual" music. This one makes your hair stand on end.

I may have actually bought some of these, or one, back in the '60s, but only so my brother Arthur and I could make terrible fun...

Call these "un-ventions". Things the inventor should have thought twice about. Things that might even be hazardous to your...

Somehow the bleakness of Bartok's Concerto for Orchestra expresses Harold's grief at being mocked at the big dance better than ...

Another of my incongruous attempts to glom classical music onto scenes from Harold Lloyd. It almost works, in this case. This is the rac...

Experimental filmmaking at its most wretchedly primitive. I got thinking: what if I rescored some of the great moments from Harold Lloyd...

So what do you call a minister who does not  believe in God, the Bible, Jesus, the sacraments, or any of the usual tenets and accoutreme...