Howdy Doody! Just Gonna do a wee checking in today, with three goals in mind. Goal Numero Uno Firstly, just trying to get back in the swing of posting. It's an obvious thing, but it's true. The more you write, the better you'll be as you notice those little hiccups and with any luck, manage to … Continue reading Mini Milestone Adultations
Today, I'm diving right in. There's no warm-up. There will be no prelude. There will be an absolutely gorgeous piece of music though. Because today I have a question that needs answering, and I'm hoping you can help me, or at the very least, Understand. Today, I want to know, I need to know... What's the … Continue reading Interview Daze
Howdy Doody! I'm back, or at the very least, I'm on the road to getting back. If you haven't heard the good news, that bastard Henri Fayol has finally, FINALLY been laid to rest. Before we go further, here's today's song. May have linked it before, but I don't think I ever swore not to … Continue reading Three Little Wins or “Hey, at least I’m trying.”
Howdy doody! As brief as this piece is, click any part of this text for a tune! Ugh, somehow two weeks have passed without me throwing up so much as a morsel on here. Considering how early I am into this, that seems ominous. Like I should be concerned... . .. ... Fuck. . .. … Continue reading Stuck in a rut.
Howdy Doo-aufaufauf-dy... Yes, I'm still sick. I think I'm done though. This feels like the last day of it. The brain no longer feels like mush and the sweating, that eternal, viscous sweating is finally over. However, Every few minutes, maybe even hours, There will be silence in my home, Until... My chest no longer … Continue reading Thursday Tribulations
Howdy Doody! Today, I am going to talk about how I got involved in DnD, or if you prefer, D&D. Whatever your abbreviation of choice is, we all mean the same thing. Dungeons and Dragons I actually intended for today to be a story about the funniest and hopefully the WORST session of D&D I'll … Continue reading Finding Dungeons and Dragons
Howdy doody! Yes, yes, I'm still alive. I know, believe me I know, I'm just as disappointed as you are. I write this, juiced to the nines on any kind of medicine I can successfully ingest while slathered in Vicks. My neck has become a potters field of Doritos, biscuits and varying meats of questionable origin. … Continue reading Killing Time is a slow way to die