Easter is a strange one, and it's hard for me to sort out my feelings about it. I can go with the fluffy-chicks-and-lambs-and-decorated-...

I can't name a favorite Harold Lloyd movie. Like children or grandchildren, they're all special to me in their own way. But there is...

It occurs to me that one of these days I should post a blog entry that's about something. So I will return to an old fascination which,...

"The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware." - Henry Miller

Shit, Shat. . . Shot.

TheStar Charlie Sheen invites you to walk in TO for bipolar awareness Ayayayayay. In light of recent revelations about Catherine Zeta-Jo...

I can remember a time when I wouldn't touch a computer, afraid it would give me one of those searing visible cracks I always get...

I discovered another version of this rather awful song, very close to the one I remember from my wayward youth, but I just couldn't post...

You know those ol' guys (though I guess maybe some of them are girls, and I guess maybe some of them are me) who go on and on about...

(I seem to have lost the ability to format these posts, so they're all running together into one blob/blog. I hope to straighten it out...

Yesterday I went in to Vancouver so I could go to Dressew and look at fabric. Last time we were over at my son’s place, Erica was on the f...

Okay then. So, singers. We've been talking about, thinking about singers, some unusual singers from the past, and some strangely beautif...