Never knew there were so many people out there who cared. Amazing.
So many friends, family and utter strangers have responded to my pleas with a generosity I really wouldn’t believe still existed in this fast-paced, faceless world.
But as of today we are about halfway to making rent, which I cannot fully express my thanks for in words.
See, hermit-like existence for the past three years means connections to the outside world consist mostly of Angel reruns, Bones, Adult Swim and online lurking at social networking sites.
Not exactly the most conducive way to lead a normal existence.
Alas, my bubble means I’ve missed out on what it means to be human. Spending hours each a.m. glued to tube while vampire kicks ass, or chortling through nose at all-night cartoon antics doesn’t help much.
But I have seen the light–actually opened the curtains–and I am turning over new leaf.
And so, in keeping my promise to tell sordid tale(s) of how life got so sucky in the first place, here goes … (more…)
Can’t believe it’s come to this. Am wracked with mortification at the fact that situation has devolved to point where I must ask … nee, beg … friends and strangers alike for help.
Feel like unwashed hobo hanging out by the bodega, bugging everyone walking by for something they probably don’t have enough of to give.
But alas, time is running out and I literally have nowhere else to turn.
Allow me to provide sad, sordid details… (more…)
I ask this question all the time, but this morning, I think I need to scream it out loud:
What the hell is wrong with this country?!!?!
Much like those of generations past, I find myself acting like an aging, out-of-touch parent, sitting in front of the telly, sipping Sanka and moaning about the diminishing moral state of today’s youth.
Thing is, I am neither a parent nor older than those I find myself complaining about.
In fact, for the most part, I am the very demographic TV execs and advertising agencies are targeting…
I guess I just happen to have a pretty well developed bullshit detector, and believe me, the shit is slinging with intensity these days.
I started keeping a list of commercials I found myself offended by a few weeks back, but ran out of paper and simply could not justify killing more trees in the name of widespread stupidity.
My beef this morning, however, has to do with the programming. (more…)
Like tsunamis and pyrotechnics-related club fires, being trampled to death is generally not a fate you consider while lying awake at 4 a.m., your brain buzzing with all the horrors you manage to push back during the day with coffee, the computer, work, family and all the other things that make you forget that, like everyone else swarming across the globe, life can be gone in an instant.
But seriously, who on Long Island would ever consider being trampled to death a viable ending, especially when the great American pastime, shopping, is involved?
WalMart security guard Jdimytai Damour probably didn’t. But I bet he’s watching his family put him to rest up in heaven, or whatever afterlife he personally believed in. And I bet he’s pissed.
So apparently a few people have been wondering where I’ve been, as I’ve not had much of a digital presence in the last, oh, year.
Well, I’ve been, ah, right here. Although I will admit that I did manage to spill an entire glass of water on my laptop a week or so ago! (I am typing this on it right now. All is well. It just had to dry out…)
But I will admit I haven’t had much of an interest in writing. Not that things haven’t been going on. Lord knows there’s always something, for better or worse, but I’ve been in uber-transition mode. You know what that means. Uh huh. Too discombobulated in the brain to write.
But there are just too many things that drive me up the wall to keep away from here any longer, so I’m going to just dive right back in and get y’all up to speed. (more…)
Do not be afraid. I’ve relocated the blog. It will be okay… Soon I’ll be back posting on an at least semi-regular basis, making the world just a little bit brighter with my tales of life in and around the land of the soft pretzel.
I call it progress!
Is it the warm, summer air… Oh, who am I kidding?
Is it the hot, humid, sticky air that makes your lungs feel like
they’re filled with honey and skin slicker than the ocean surrounding
the Exxon Valez that is making me lazy?
Or could it be something else? A lack of willpower, lack of drive,
get-up-and-go winner takes all sort of deficit that’s causing me to
stare, blindly, at my monitor while scanning craigslist for a coffee
shop job?
A-ha! Coffee shop job? Wait just a minute…
