Perhaps I’ve already mentioned that my pal Jeff Green and I co-wrote a post-apocalyptic workplace comedy called Mankind’s Last Hope that’s being staged and filmed in the SF East Bay (by Virago Theatre Group) starting a week from Friday … Read on Macduff...
I’m a sexy man (search result)
I don’t mean to brag, but best I can tell I’m a popular result in Vietnam for “sexy man.” Not everyone can say that. But I’m saying it. I’m saying it right now. And here’s the proof.
Ivan sez: … Read on Macduff...
My HBO Special: Cecil Vortex — Uncorked
I liked SCB’s suggestion in the comments that I get an HBO special entitled “Uncorked.” I’m thinking I could carve out a niche as “the guy who complains about his small town with specifics no one outside of that town … Read on Macduff...
Uncorked
I flipped someone the bird today. I haven’t done that for a lot of years. It didn’t feel that great, but now that I’ve done it, I can’t seem to stop.
We live in a pretty small town. Slowing down … Read on Macduff...
To Do Lists of the Dead
I’m borderline religious about To Do Lists. For example, when I go to bed, I often remind myself that while it’s easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man … Read on Macduff...
Happy to be here
I flew into Chicago on Sunday. When I got off the plane I was greeted by a sign that said, “We’re happy you’re here.” Just like that — in quotes. And I’ll admit it, the quote marks stung. I thought … Read on Macduff...
“Jokes are made in mommy’s tummy”
I’ve been trying a little witnessed consciousness of late, hoping to get a better handle on that age-old question, “Daddy, where do jokes come from?”
What I discovered surprised me. This isn’t true every time, but a lot of the … Read on Macduff...
Title for My Upcoming Novel:
“The Sun Also Ebbs”
My wife sez, I thought
we were supposed
to need less sleep
when we got older.
Big letters in the window of a used car shop in Northern California
“75 years, same coffee.”
Don’t trust fancy coffee drinkers, they’re saying.
Or at least, do trust people who are constant
— fixed, unflinching
with scorched taste buds.
Give your money to the folks who say
Go to hell, cappuccino. Go … Read on Macduff...