Category Archives: Reality is a Harsh Mistress

When the bad times began all depends on how you measure it. For instance, in some of my more self-pitying moments I’d probably argue they started at birth. I suppose it could be argued they started in November of 2002 … Continue reading →

O Halloween! That finest of kid’s holidays, calculated to arouse only slightly less greed in the mind of youth than Christmas. In halcyon days of yore I put a great deal of effort into Halloween. I was never permitted to … Continue reading →

Now I have done it all. I’ve been in movies and on TV, been photographed and written about. Now I’ve posed for a painting. Is there a “cutting room floor” in the fine art industry? Regardless, I suppose some part … Continue reading →

I am having troubles. There was a time I wanted to write. I wrote every day, sometimes more than once. I had lots to say – most of it utter crap – but it did me good to get it … Continue reading →

The things that are presently occupying my mind are not things I think ought to be shared with the internet. Hell, I can’t even muster a decent commentary on the very silly films I’ve seen lately (Crank and Invincible were … Continue reading →