DEATH IN SIX TAKES Ernie is driving his Corvair station wagon at blinding speed along Santa Monica Boulevard, an unfamiliar route. He has ju...

I don’t know what got me onto this. My Dad used to sit at the dinner table, soused, and monologue by the hour. As his captive audience, we ...

When 17-year-old Tory Inglis went to New Westminster's first Pride celebration last June, she was pretty excited about it. It's not ...

I don't know what these little buggers are so upset about. If I said these kinds of things in public, I might be locked up. Are they jus...

Contrary to past reports, there is indeed a secret video record of the death of Timothy Treadwell. It's so secret I'm posting it her...

OK, so the photo is faked. Or at least, it's not really Timothy Treadwell. But it's a photo of someone, probably Grizzly Adams. Thi...

After letting Marney's Thanksgiving dinner digest for a while, so to speak, I have a few more questions about her sublime, yet puzzling ...

The Thanksgiving Letter (This has been floating around. Sounds like the potluck from hell.) From: Marney As you all know a fabulous Thanks...

OK THEN. It has taken me perhaps twelve years to figure out how to post a video to a blog. It might just be here, and be playable! But I thi...

I don't know, I just keep stumbling across things, and they're so interesting. So long as that keeps happening, I guess my brain wil...

I seem to be in some sort of book-excavation phase. Books from my past, books which had a strong effect on me one way or another, will pop b...

My mother had a funny way of saying things she'd pronounce them a little off, and when she'd start talking about "going up nort...

Like almost every girl I knew, I longed for a horse of my own. I'd read all the Marguerite Henry stories, Misty of Chincoteague, King of...