Howling At The Moon…

What to do, what to do? Should I just accept that no relationship is perfect and that things are as good as they’re likely to get? Or should I start contemplating a “2nd Amendment” style remedy? I wonder, what would Ted Kaczynski do?

You Should Never Argue With A Crazy Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Mind!

I’ve mentioned before how I’ve been allowing my youngest son living with me. You know, the one who asked if he could move in with me because it was closer to the college that he now no longer attends? The one who promised that his presence here wouldn’t be a burden to me, and said that having someone to look out for me would, in fact, be a good thing? Yeah, that’s the one!

99 Problems…

It will probably not surprise any of you to learn that the monastic lifestyle I’ve chosen for myself has a most decided downside. But, as much as I’d like to embrace to logic behind this wonderful image my good friend Rincewind posted, I know that logic can hold true only when I am able to return the favor to someone else. No offense to my female readers, but years of waking up alone has left me seeking relief wherever I can find it. Such as venting my angst while rocking to Hugo’s “99 Problems,” which I heard playing last night during the final credits of the movie Fright Night…

I’ve Seen All Good People

My doctors tell me that the chemical imbalance at the root of my depression causes me to see more darkness in the world than what there actually is. Sort of like going through life wearing dark sunglasses. I told them that I think depression is the sane reaction to living in a world filled with…

Animated Reflections 2

As I said in Animated Reflections 1, I have a whole shitload of “reflective images” I’d like to share that I’ve decided to post in 2 parts. This is the 2nd batch… Again, note that some of the GIFs (especially the first one in this batch!) take longer to cycle through than the WP slide…

Animated Reflections 1

Wow! 17 days since my last post. I really wish that I could offer up a sensible “excuse” for my absence but suffice it to say that, with all the crazy crap roiling around in my head, I haven’t been anything like a happy camper. And the worst part is my inability to convert what’s…