We woke up yesterday morning to a bright red sun hanging in an orange sky. Everything was tinted sepia, like in those vintage photos. I thought for a sec that we’d dropped into Mad Max’s post-apocalyptic world. Of course, what … Continue reading
Wally Conger
I’ve been, well, incommunicado — at least as far as my blog is concerned. On the other hand, did I miss YOU earlier this week at the shriek-at-the-sky anti-Trump event? Wasn’t that something? On the first anniversary of Trump’s ascension … Continue reading
The hosts of my favorite movie review podcast discussed theater etiquette last week. More specifically, they talked about what foods are inappropriate to eat during a show. Seems a listener’s girlfriend had smuggled a plastic baggie filled with spaghetti and … Continue reading
For the past couple of weeks, everybody ‘cept me stood in long lines to see the latest Guardians of the Galaxy movie. I instead stood in NO line to see The Lost City of Z. The movie relates the fascinating … Continue reading
I’ve been a certain kind of crazy for the past couple of weeks, preparing for my third eye surgery in two years. This surgery is pretty standard stuff — cataract surgery on my right eye. But since I wear old-fashioned, … Continue reading
We spend every Saturday morning on the patio at Zorro’s Cantina, just a block or so up from the beach. The Zorro’s breakfast menu is terrific. (There’s an off-menu omelet named after me, but that’s another story.) Unfortunately, our usual … Continue reading
Over a cup of coffee this morning, I read a short story by Joe Lansdale, one of my favorite authors and a master of East Texas Noir. In the course of the yarn, one of Lansdale’s characters, a good ol’ … Continue reading
My wife’s drink of choice has long been the Vesper martini — three measures of gin, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet liqueur (replacing the vermouth), shaken well until ice-cold, then served with a thin slice of … Continue reading
It was a helluva weekend. Torrential rains and high-velocity winds, with 60 mph gusts, bitchslapped us real good here on the California central coast. Creeks that are normally dry ran at full capacity, sweeping mud and trash to the beach. … Continue reading
There are a lotta goofy-as-fugk cults out there these days, from Safe Spacism, to Trumpism, to Discordianism. Any one of those might screw with your head. They probably won’t kill you, though. But it looks like something called Breatharianism can. … Continue reading