You know that moment when you have to password into Netflix, or wherever, typing with your TV remote? What are we, savages!?
Part One. There’s a very specific feeling I’m having. Right now. I just can’t seem to get my tongue around it. The thing seems so trivial… but I feel compelled to share it. It is quite literally an existential sensation. But one we don’t think of that way. When I describe this specific one, the… Continue reading There Should Be a Word.
I’ve been imagining what it would be like to know my death is coming. I am proud of the fact that Death bothers me less when myself, than when my Wives. I’m 50 now and I don’t welcome Death–but I don’t fear it either. I need to think about why “proud” is the correct word… Continue reading Assessment
I’ve been Z, Mr. Z, SGT. Z, Dr. Z, and Professor Z, but this new one I’ll wear to the grave.
I imagine there were all kinds of people in Salem. Some who burned eagerly, Some who were burned, Some brave souls who opposed the burnings, and Some who quietly recognized evil, but Allowed it for fear or personal gain.
I really need A, or at least B. I know A’s are around, but they’re hard to find. I don’t feel like messing with the trouble of finding an A today. I see B’s all the time, so I’ll just look… Hmmm, there don’t seem to be so many B’s as I expected… Well conFOUND… Continue reading There Should Be A Word