Grading Blues

While I’ve some lovely plans over the weekend, someway, somehow, I have to cram a shit-ton of essay grading into the mix, and as I tell my students quite often (whenever one brings up how much he/she hates writing essays), I hate grading with a burning, seething passion.  I hate it with every fiber of … Continue reading →

I Watched Nicole Arbour’s Dear Fat People Video So You Don’t Have To

I love this response. Let’s just call this nitwit what she is, really — a bully. (And I think I’ve blogged on the whole fat-shaming thing somewhere on here, calling twits like this what they really are.) Continue reading →

Edgerton’s The Gift: Welcome to White Privilege Stalkerville

(FAIR WARNING: Major film spoilers ahead.) Late again to the party, but I’m not a film reviewer, so the timing of this shouldn’t matter. I’ve no deadlines, no expectations, no commitments here. The site that I’d submitted the occasional review to has since shut down due to a lack of interest from the primaries involved. … Continue reading →

You Only Like Me When You’re Drunk (a song)

I wrote this little country-ish diddy some time ago, while I was performing with a comedy improv troupe during my off days. I never got to perform it, and I’d so wanted to. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be. This was also written back during the ancient, long forgotten days of Myspace, and I’d posted it … Continue reading →

This Is About Pickles.

Dear Mom, If you’re still residing as/in some sort of sense of existence, aside from in my heart and memories, I hope this gets to you. Just after The Day, THAT day, Dad began writing letters to you because it was how he was able to slowly adjust to your absence, his form of therapy if you … Continue reading →

ALL THE STUFF MIAMI VICE TAUGHT ME (THAT WAS COMPLETELY WRONG!)

Originally posted on Monsters, and Madmen, and Robots Who Fight Monsters…Oh My!:
Like most people wandering the planet during the 1980s I use to watch the at times cheesy and occasionally groundbreaking Miami Vice.Cheesily groundbreaking… like the invention of macaroni and cheese! I digress. Whoops! Anyway, it was quite the big deal — staying…

It’s Probably All About Peter McKay

First crush? Heck if I know. I had a lot of them. Probably this guy: “I Want to Beat Up Peter McKay” Kids are strange. I undoubtedly had some sort of need to kick his ass or kiss him. At five years-old though, boys were stupid and gross (some of them are still stupid and gross at … Continue reading →

Writers Going Ballistic

I’m an amateur writer. I’d certainly like to call myself “professional,” and a part of me feels as if I ought to (I have been paid to write before…I mean, if we’re to stick with conventions, right?). However, I never feel quite confident enough in my own abilities to claim the “professional” title. After all, I’m still learning. … Continue reading →