...my gig as a guest on a radio show where nothing is scripted and predictability is for cowards
A spectator to the shift that moved most of the independent media outlets to the control of fewer and fewer owners.
What I love about tennis: a 20-something with all the stamina, energy, clear vision and healthy bones in the world can be whipped by a 70-year-old hip replacement candidate with angles and finesse.
Burns: "Ketchup.. catsup.. ketchup.. catsup... I'm in way over my head" The Simpsons
My rabbits, Mystic and Bullwinkle, gave me their best efforts for my birthday despite their lack of gold and myrrh and opposable thumbs, and being hampered by a brain the size of a raisin if a raisin is 5 cm and weighs 12 grams* and I received it with the same gratitude and awe that the drummer boy received..
A bout of insomnia got me out of bed around 4 am looking for a quiet, useful way to waste the hours until the rest of my minimally-peopled world awoke. The rabbits attacked and twisted and turned between my shuffling feet, recognizing the opportunity, correctly, as another chance to mooch treats. I decided to accomplish what I keep postponing - I'm starting a blog