Begin the Day With a Friendly Voice

There should be only one Rush to rule the airwaves.
Up with Lee, Lifeson and Peart!
Down with hatemongering Limbaugh!

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Still Life with Crutch

If Trash Could Talk

What a Tale it Could Tell

Lamp, crutch and Corona bottle curbside in Queens

Existential Billboard Placement

I'm confused. Do our unborn long to be McMuffins?



I can deal with things that make me go hmmmm...but mixing that with things that make me go mmmmm is a whole bowl of wrong.

How to Piss Off a Vegan

1) Donate in her name to Heifer International, a non-profit devoted to ending world hunger.


2) Watch her feel warm and fuzzy about how that cute flock of chicks or brace of rabbits is going to help poverty-stricken communities.


3) Watch her smile fade as she realizes that "help" means meat, not pets.

Feck is Moving!

Feck's new home will be with his parent blog, Magick Sandwich. Thank you for reading. Please check out the Sandwich and sign up for an email subscription here.

Death of a Blog Foretold

Every time I plant a seed they say kill it before it grows. -- Bob Marley

I killed my new blog. It had failure to thrive coded into its DNA. My fuzzy fledgling, Life Without Feck, never really had a chance. If you didn't already get it, the title is a play on the word feckless:

Pronunciation: \ˈfek-ləs\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Scots, from feck effect, majority, from Middle English (Scots) fek, alteration of Middle English effect
Date: circa 1585

1 : weak, ineffective
2 : worthless, irresponsible

So is it any wonder that it had barely taken its first breath when I clubbed it to death like a baby seal? Some were concerned the second blog "diluted my potential readership." I had made such an effort to get people to read Magick Sandwich when I started it. But eventually that felt like work and took the fun out of simply writing it. I couldn't write when I felt no enthusiasm. Feck addressed that in some way. It was a space for irrelevant, random wisps of thought. It wasn't meant to coalesce into something structurally sound.

Someone else felt it wasn't written in my voice. I'm not sure how that is possible given that I did indeed write it, but it is true that I intended it as a form of liner notes to the LP of the main blog. Archaic references and tortured metaphors aside, I thought it was a cool idea. I like making new things when I'm in that kind of a mood.

I also ruin things, of course. Who doesn't? In this case, I've absorbed Feck into the main blog, so I haven't really destroyed him, just brought him home. Maybe I'll give him his own byline. I can write what I want when I am able, can't I? It's my friggin' blog, after all, my tiny corner of the universe. So what if it lacks a purpose?

Am I still wrestling with this existential question so many gray hairs past my youth? Could I really be working it out on Blogger? Life is passing strange.

Ask the Right Question

Instead of asking if Bruce Willis, at 54, is too old for his bride, 30 year-old Victoria's Secret model Emma Heming, we should be asking this: Isn't she too old to be a model?