Seasons changing, weather cooling, but the fires rage. And don't appear to be calming any time soon. Can you imagine? I found a mystery septic tank in my backyard. What started as a firepit project became a whole other adventure. Life can be strange. And we continue. Been tinkering further with simulated glitches and pulling […]

The image of a growing fire sits deep within the mind, I'm afraid a drill will not help to remove it. I've come to accept it, perhaps enjoy it. Maybe I placed it there. So now I'm digging up my backyard to make room for a firepit. It'll be fine. Not digging too much, not […]

Went out to make a feature film, and got distracted on the way back. Need to dust around here, spruce it up a bit, in case guests arrive. A lot has happened, a lot was done, and what's there to show for it? All I can say, all I can hope, is that it all […]

"I never liked flying," she said, she says, "you have to accept that death is a possibility once you buckle up." Grim, what is this place, anyways? Golds and reds dance all around as higher and higher we climb until the clouds lay beside us. "All the time, every time. I never got over it. Until... […]

(Here's an old article I'm quite fond of about some old chums out doing what they're doing.) Originally published July 17, 2010. Words spoken in a dream tend to fade as a day progresses, to be lost in the clutter of the subconscious, waiting to emerge in a moment of eccentricity. Sometimes, though, those words […]

Cinnamon was a favorite of mine. I suppose it still is, but it is more of a bitter-sweet addition now. 10 years, has it been? I was paid to be a baker about a decade ago. Baking has been an interest of mine since I was allowed in the kitchen. And still is presently as […]

I sit here, twiddling, trying to think of the meals that have taken the longest to prepare. As if that is some measurement to use for the final experience. "What's that, grandma? 8 hours you say? Well the chicken is a little dry." ho hum. Manners have improved, skins thicker, voices sweeter. Grandma still don't […]