the wuc bytes – the rock | guarding tess

Can I just say: what the fuck happened to Nicholas Cage. I mean, really. Once upon a Cage age, I would feast upon his flicks like a rabid dog upon Celine Dion. Oh, how I loved his Moonstruck madness and Valley Girl moves. (Like, for sure.) And as a longtime lover of action movies andContinue reading “the wuc bytes – the rock | guarding tess”

the wuc bytes – crazy stupid love

I feel full of pith. Like Pithy Longstocking, or Gladys Knight with a lisp. “Pith it out!” (To be whooped in titillated Tourettes.) This week, I’m doing my usual gig plus extra duties for the Big Cheese (the boss of my new boss). Or Blue Cheese, as the case may be. For, if we’re grading onContinue reading “the wuc bytes – crazy stupid love”

the wuc bytes – the switch

I’m feeling particularly bipolar, just thought you should know. Today, I subsist on the upward swell of a wayward zephyr – with spring poking its salty nose out, sniffing the air like a groundhog, deciding whether it’ll grant me my yenned renaissance. Yesterday, winter was in full force, wedging my emotional undies right up intoContinue reading “the wuc bytes – the switch”

the wuc bytes – dodgeball

I think GP broke me. Not in a wild horse kinda way, understand. He aint the Wuc Whisperer, for cryin’. Nor, for the record, have I sunk to Bridget Jonesean lows (all by myself in earnest and epilepsy, my undies big enough to house a troupe of transient midgets). Neverthemore, lassy. Much like little lost LedgerContinue reading “the wuc bytes – dodgeball”

the wuc bytes – burglar

Note to self: do not drop a dry-roasted soy bean down your cleavage. Especially when your boss is sitting be-side you. Like a pinball boomeranging between two goal posts (mounds de mammilla), it paused above the cleave and then dove forth, with the intrepid spirit of an Olympic diver. And as I sat there in soyContinue reading “the wuc bytes – burglar”