CRANKY OLD FART #238 leftovers & links   Sunday, Nov. 27, 2022

I am lactose-intolerant. If I have even a single yogurt or glass of milk, I’ll be farty in a few hours. … [read more]

THE NEVERENDING FILM FESTIVAL #112 Saturday, Nov. 26, 2022

Ready for another trip to The Recliner Cinema?Today it’s a parody of mid-20th Century America, two cop/buddy bombs (one of which is pretty good), a conspiracy cover-up, a sci-fi that foregoes any human side, bad dreams of Freddy Krueger, and the return of the Star Ship Enterprise. … [read more]

On a bus ride, a COVID-masked young woman sat opposite me in one of the sideways seats, holding her keys in her hand, but keys out, not keys in. … [read more]

All I wanted was some damned toast for breakfast. I stepped into an
empty kitchen this morning, and it felt safe. My flatmate Dean usually
turns the rock’n’roll on as soon as he’s awake, but no music was coming
from his room, so I put four slices of wheat into the toaster. … [read more]

with special guest star
Billy Graham

For Thanksgiving, most of my family was with their families, but seven of us met for dinner at the Golden Spoon in Federal Way:

Katrina and Mom I know well, of course, and we get together for breakfast every Saturday with no lulls in the conversation. … [read more]

CRANKY OLD FART #236 leftovers & links   Thursday, Nov. 24, 2022

Are there any people anywhere who gather with relatives on the holidays, and leave in good spirits? I … [read more]

THE NEVERENDING FILM FESTIVAL #111 Wednesday, Nov. 23, 2022

What shall we watch today? Post-apocalyptic excellence, pre-apocalyptic excellence, the secret life of an ordinary woman, William S Burroughs being all artsy fartsy, a cheap but effective thriller, stupid science fiction, and “Smart People on Ice.” … [read more]

Yesterday was a day off from writing, not even on purpose. There was simply nothing to say.

CRANKY OLD FART #235 leftovers & links   Wednesday, Nov.

Dean knocked on my door, then knocked on Robert’s door, inviting both of us into the kitchen to eat barbecue chicken he’d just made. (Dean and Robert are my flatmates in the shared house, if that needs re-explaining.) … [read more]

For months now, I’ve been unemployed and barely looking for a job, watching my savings dwindle and enjoying movies from my recliner. Some days, and sometimes for several days in a row, I don’t get out of the recliner at all except to microwave a meal, use the toilet, or maybe take a shower.It’s … [read more]