You can Derelict my balls, Capi-tan.

Tonight. All is right with the world. I’ve had happy champagne, ironically with the scourge of my current existence – my coworkers: Sidewinder, Mufasa and Obama. Sidewinder you know, albeit in passing. Mufasa is the female Lion King to my fastly diminishing kingdom, Obama the beatific bite-sized politician who makes up the set. These areContinue reading “You can Derelict my balls, Capi-tan.”

You can’t handle the truth!

I think my mojo has sprung a leak. I can hear the soft whoosh and whine of it deflating, like an airbed long used by porcupines. Though, my hope is it’s more of a falter than ‘flater and will rise again (like John Mayer from the ashes of dignity and seldom silence). I have applied forContinue reading “You can’t handle the truth!”

Paint a portrait of my mystery.

That’s right wood. chuck. chuckers, it’s. Groundhog Day! In commemoriam, herewith somethan I wrote but ne’er posted which depicts the demise of last year. Followed by something I wrote in the Spring of my soliloquy step. that was then … I’m living in an Aaron Sorkin drama. Except without the rapid-fire repartee and seasons of success.Continue reading “Paint a portrait of my mystery.”

Trapped in a glass case of emotion.

There’s a disturbance in the force. Can you feel it? Today, I went out to lunch with my ‘team’ – an awkward, alcoholic affair with sharks aplenty. For one denial day, we aspired not to be co-workers, just co-people.  What the fuck was I thinking? Through a sea of red flags I waded, over the hillContinue reading “Trapped in a glass case of emotion.”

Pick that up and put it down properly!

I feel tumultuous. Like Gary Busey in high wind. Work has been insane in the membrane. Or for the less bombastic: totes nutsack. In the last fortnight, all hell don break loose (stopping just shy of my shorts catching fire with only vodka to put ’em out). Each morning, trying to wake myself to theContinue reading “Pick that up and put it down properly!”