The Polaroids are, uh … in my other coat.

I still exist. Poetically. Philosophically. Physically. Yes, faithful Wuckers. I’m alive and advancing. Dwelling in ye Old Blighty. Enjoying a rather tepid summer and yet another Phoenix rebirth! You see, following the attempted annihilation of my character ‘n’ career by the most recent in a long line of Vaders, I boarded a plane bound forContinue reading “The Polaroids are, uh … in my other coat.”

Can I get ya anything? Coffee? Tea? Me?

I’m having a Working Girl kinda day, my friends! (Not to be confused with a working girl kinda day.) I feel Staten Island ferry, Carly Simon lettin’ that river run, epic. Yeah, epic. Perhaps a new kind of Disney day has been born … a philosophical phoenix with heroine hymn and cityscape? For not even aContinue reading “Can I get ya anything? Coffee? Tea? Me?”