And Now I’m Back, From Outer Space….
HAPPY NEW YEAR! Sorry for the disappearing act. From a glance at my traffic stats I know that the various people who stumbled upon this blog–and the Almighty Google Spider–must have wondered where I had nipped off to, that was more important than posting my deep, deep thoughts for practically no one to read. It’s [...]
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Communications Breakdown
Since early Saturday evening, I’ve been basically in the dark, data-wise. The place where we are staying, Vacation Village In The Berkshires, has jack squat phone coverage. If my Crackberry can even find ATT’s signal, it barely manages the tiniest reception bar. Since the only person I ever call using this phone is here beside [...]
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Some Days You Just Shouldn’t Answer the Goddamn Phone
… and today–for a change–was off to such a wonderful start…. God Bless and Keep You, Bonnie Boy. deus beatus vos meus frater SEMPER FIDELUS R.I.P., COUSIN MG
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Dear Feckless Fenway Farkwits
Hi. It’s me, TeeCee. I just wanna lean into it here, on Opening Day, for you RS Nation (lately) loving assholes, the idea and fact that I am gonna be out here, treating you like hookers in a Green Day video; two bit whores who need beatings and New York Yankees reminding you just the [...]
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Welcome to My World School, Derb
All the kids wearing smocks running around, delivering trade tickets and lunchtime sammiches, were probably oblivious to this dumb fuck. Hell, I’ll go all the way down the line: Most of the people–not dilettante brokers who read New Yorker religiously yet insist they understand WTF Buckley was going on about when he wrote “God and [...]
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Guy I Never Even Met Makes Me Cry When He Dies
