Independence Day

Moved today. I’ve already cleaned, unpacked and had an imaginary house warming party. Blanche Devereaux kept asking Caesar to come on over and toss her salad,  Jesus did his famous water to wine trick but spilt some on the tablecloth. Lady Macbeth, not wanting to be outdone by Jesus decided to repeatedly scream, “Out damn spot!” to remove the stain. Ann Frank, confused by all the commotion,  mistook Charlie Chaplin for Hitler and pelted him with sausages. Freud told anyone who would listen that Ann throwing sausages at Chaplin symbolised her rejection of the male sex and sausage….which made everyone throw cigars at him(“Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar”). All in all not a bad evening. Better go clean up the sausage before the Flying Nun gets here.

Love Fears a Lover

Now don't get too excited, the blog’s title is just a line from a haiku that I liked, don’t expect anything particularly deep or thought provoking. As a matter of a fact, don’t expect anything. That way you won’t be too disappointed when a well researched post about atom smashers is followed by a post about the colour, texture and temperature of my snot when I’m sick. If you want good writing, go read Keats. Here you’ll get tidbits about my day, reviews of books and movies (“Worst piece of sh!t I’ve ever seen.”, “Boor-ring!” or “Made me want to rip my hair out.”), lists of things I like and a life changing piece about the importance of eyelids. Like a cherry salmon smoothie, Love Fears a Lover is an acquired taste. Give it try, you might get used to it, maybe even like it!