#####Purgation Lyric of the Day: The story’s in the past, With nothing to recall. I’ve got my life to live, And I don’t need you at all. The roller coaster ride we took Is nearly at an end. I bought my ticket with my tears, That’s all I’m gonna spend. And I think it’s gonna […]

I learned today that DC has decided not to collect *Hard Time* #7-12 as a trade paperback — at least, not yet. I was hoping we would have this second collection out before the first issue of *Season 2* hit the stores. Now, that’s not going to happen. It makes me wonder how all those […]

It’s what people do when they break up. They revise. They edit. They excise. They embellish. They reconstruct their personal perception of history to validate their choices. Naturally, it’s what I *haven’t* done this time around. For me, the whole thing still starts with a slow dance and ends with an acrimonious goodbye at parking […]

I can’t tell yet whether the antibiotics are doing any good against the pneumonia. At times, I feel a *little* stronger, but then I get caught short of breath again after some minor exertion — like, oh, lifting a piece of paper? I hate this. You know how some people are mean drunks? I’m a […]

This is going to make some of you very mad. I quit smoking three and a half years ago. I don’t advocate smoking. I think anyone who does smoke would be wise to quit. Are we clear on all that? Good. Because now I’m going to tell you to get the hell off your favorite […]

The rampant emotionality and fluid buildup of the past few days leave me weary. I don’t really have a damn thing to say today. I’m just taking my antibiotics and trying to regain my strength, so I can get some work done. That would be nice. Purgation lyric of the day: Cloudy waters cast no […]

All of my friends at school grew up and settled down, And they mortgaged up their lives. One thing’s not said too much, but I think it’s true. They just get married cause there’s nothing else to do…      — The Rolling Stones, “Sitting on a Fence”, 1967 I’ve always loved that.

Well, well. Turns out the cold sweats and shallow breathing weren’t entirely the product of anxiety. According to the doctor, I’ve got a touch of pneumonia. Yippee.

It’s been a while since I’ve experienced a full-blown anxiety attack — a year or so, maybe longer. Well, tonight was the night. Shallow breathing. Claustrophobia. Cold sweats. Free-floating heebie-jeebies. The works. And it’s not over yet. I’ve got it mostly under control, but I can still feel it lurking at my back. I’m guessing […]

Talk about unhip. Right now, I have a Boston Pops medley of old television western themes playing on my headphones — *Rawhide*, *Bonanza*, *Have Gun Will Travel*, *Maverick*, plus half a dozen others many of you have probably never heard of. I never really watched westerns as a kid; I found cowboys boring. I was […]