Monthly Archives: January 2023

My last few posts related to my scheming to buy a seed drill (an expensive tractor mounted implement of agriculture) and complaints that Hollywood took a steaming dump on the sweet and dopey but also lovable Scooby Doo. Then I … Continue reading →

[Warning: inside thoughts of a creative type follow. Feel free to ignore them.] If you’re a regular viewer of this blog you’re aware I’m slowly* writing Attack of the Lesbian Activist Squirrels. In case the title didn’t clue you in, … Continue reading →

THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE! I’d never heard of Colter Wall until today. The absence was wrong and stupid. Now I’ve heard it and share it with you. Some comments from his YouTube feed will put you in the mood. … Continue reading →

[I thought I’d never get to the seed drill. Yet here we are! This is the last post in this series. The whole thing came from the conversation in the last few lines. What do you think?] I grow / … Continue reading →

I want to explore the importance of “internal locus of control”, particularly in the chaos of the Bidenverse. My wordsmithing hasn’t been focused. So let’s start again shall we? Waaaaay back when the son of a single term president was … Continue reading →

[This post took on a life of its own. I didn’t set out to write anything controversial but that’s how it might sound. A person might possibly read this post and think; “This jerk is talking about me!” I’m not. … Continue reading →

In my last post I mentioned people who really truly wanted to get the vax. They’re happy. They got what they wanted. What about the people who had the opposite and almost unthinkably harder path; those who didn’t want the … Continue reading →

[Note #1: My last post rambled about things that are within your control and things that aren’t. Now I’ll elaborate about choice and free will. Is not the new year a time to think?] Regardless of the outcome, it feels … Continue reading →

[Forgive me, for I am about to philosophize.] “There’s no fate but what we make for ourselves.” It’s a line from an old movie starring an Austrian bodybuilder posing as a death-robot sent from a post-apocalyptic dystopian future (a future … Continue reading →