As Natalina said, ‘everything leads somewhere’.

Would anyone be afraid of being fired if you knew you’d be dead the next day? There is no answer to this question. It is one of those mad thoughts that I am vulnerable too. Speculating about something as if one was dabbling in wisdom.

Along came Jones…

This piece was inspired by a song that popped into my head. I don’t know why. Song from the 50s. Jumped the cue in my juke box mind.

N… by P…

Pizza was invented in Naples. By Polynesians.

A dollar a piece for daffodils

Continuing on my theme of daffodils.

Victor Genova

One of the most notorious of the post JPXIII gang. Single handedly he converted 4.7 Presbyterians to Pepsi Cola.

And the winner is…

A love affair with the arts. But not ideas. Books are published, given awards, and then seen no more. There is no discussion about ideas. Nor even discussion about the books themselves. When I first started writing I was told that mainstream couldn’t sell. You had to write genre fiction. Crime, science fiction, romance, horror, erotica etc. That was where you could make a career. What I have seen amongst writers and artists as a whole is what they seek is some vague laurel leaf. It would make Mark Twain snicker. Awards should be given to those books that sell the most. At the least, it would make some kind of sense.

(I find this little rant confusing. Are you against awards or pretense? Clean this up and bring it back to me tomorrow.)

Don Knotts

finds true love

wallflower

I ate the whole thing

Its so hot today that my keyboard evapourated.

Hit and run