The Museum at Bethel Woods is the good acid. Because it will trip you out inside the time spent, with no shitty side effects. Yanno . . like ending up in the ER, or dying. I could go through a good many different sentiments in regards to the forty five minute gallivant me and Q took… Continue reading 3 Days In Woodstock
In a recent interview, Wednesday and Thursday were asked to describe Tuesday's best attribute. They replied in unison, "It ain't Monday,". Now, maybe this has something to do with the fact that Wednesday and Thursday are so close . . they're practically inseparable. But I do believe they have a point, yanno? Tuesday could do… Continue reading Tricking out my Tuesday
I feel sorry for Tuesdays. Tuesday is like the middle child that gets left with the grandparents when the family goes to Disney World. Whereas Monday is the high profile villain we love to hate and Wednesday has achieved a low key Friday status, Tuesday ain't got much of anything going on. So in keeping… Continue reading Celebrating Tuesday! Said no one, ever.
I ain't much for popular opinion. I can't remember the last time I fully trusted the tally of a widely held opinion. This isn't a contrarian gallivant, myopic bent or some degenerative condition that rhymes with Larry King. Nah, it's just the truth in my lovely bones. A truth that cannot shut up, even when… Continue reading Like Rocks For Chocolate
Because I don't have a prompt at the ready, I'm just gonna deal up some of the thoughts that went through my head this morning whilst sipping on Cuban coffee. For those of you playing at home, I only include the thoughts that weren't screaming at me in Pig Latin. Enjoyway ethay owshay! Designated Survivor sits… Continue reading If laughing at yourself is divine, then I’m a deity . . .