Sitting in my newly organized, tidied, House-and-Gardened living room (see above), listening to Beethoven, the Sonata for Violin and Piano in F, Op. 24 ("Spring"). I have that delicious convalescent feeling, frailty borne with a light spirit; I feel as though I'm transparent. My thorny roommate equation, which had vexed until now both muggins … Continue reading Geezerdämmerung
Many so-called people, perhaps even you, seem stuck on the extremely random idea that the reason I have no money is that I don't have a job. This is the kind of low-life, white trash, neo-liberal cant I'm forced to deal with these days. The mouth-breathers who spout this kind of nonsense, when not being Heimlich'd … Continue reading I think my being poor is the result of gluten sensitivity. ‘Cause it couldn’t be the Rooneys.
Hello, many of you have written to ask if I'm OK. Actually, that's a blatant lie, not a single one of you has written, sent a message in an old Shiraz bottle, hired a bird from "Carrier Pigeons Plus" or done any of those "too busy to express how little I care but spending a portion … Continue reading Just getting up from the Ditch of Despond and climbing back onto the Carousel of Crazy: An overview
Welcome, campers, to my first official blog post of 2016, and I have to say, I'm absolutely choughed (rhymes with "choughed") that so many thousands of you have written to me care of 392 Sherbourne, my squalid Toronto basement-in-the-sky, thanking me for my online efforts over the past year and a half. Actually that's a blatant lie, no one … Continue reading My bedroom is a portal to Hell +PLUS+ Carole King has much to answer for