Whatsa matta you
Why you look-a so sad? Remember that song? It was called “Shaddap You Face,” a parody on a stereotypical Italian mother telling her son that she feared he wouldn’t amount to anything. I remember the chorus: Whatsa matta you? Hey! Gotta no respect. Whaddya tink you do? Why you look-a so sad? It’s-a not so [...]
Square pegs
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous Roman candles, exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the [...]
Lie-niversary
Now, I’m not dogging anyone for telling a fib. There are few of us in this world who could say they’ve never uttered a single untruth. But don’t you agree that if someone plans to tell a lie, she might at least endeavor to cover up her tracks? Or at the very least, not tell [...]
Kayday
At 4:00 this afternoon, a plane will land in Detroit from Venice. I. Can’t. Wait. Kay and the Rat Fink, to the showers and beyond
Sometimes I like Mondays.
Like today, for instance. While most everyone else goes back to work, I don’t. I like that. Actually, I am going to work, but not because I have to. Am I mental? And sometimes, I must admit that I experience a bit of schadenfreude. Actually, I did this morning. Sorry, fiends: I have little tolerance [...]