Move it or lose it, Toots.

Fuckadoodledoo. My landlord just gave me notice. I gotta move outta my beloved abode afore the next solstice. Four years in, I could feel this day approaching – fast and furious like the errant arse of Vin Diesel. Yessireebobtail I’ve dreaded it. Now it’s nigh and, well. I’m gutted. Just quietly. My life is implodingContinue reading “Move it or lose it, Toots.”

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!”

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”

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.”