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”

Once more into the breech, dear friends!

Ah, Wuccans! How to build a bridge across the vast butt-crack of time; to create a proverbial g-string so that we may traverse what has passed and is past with words, wucs and euphemisms? To appropriately update you on what the fuck I’ve been up to while my blog grew hair and mould in theContinue reading “Once more into the breech, dear friends!”

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.”

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”

Who you tryin’ to get crazy with, esé?

Insomnia. What a golden gift of goob. Like a world without Stellan Skarsgård, it may seem a candy concept of poetic pathos and manumit minutes. In truth, it’s a little more like this. With only two hours sleep, I now resemble the Swedish Chef (replete with muppet mullet). Hurdy gurdy, flip the birdy. In otherContinue reading “Who you tryin’ to get crazy with, esé?”