Wednesday, December 16, 2009

WHAT WILL I DO ON THE TRAIN TOMORROW MORNING?

1133 words this morning.

102 735 in total.

Corpse-Rat King is finished.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

SUNDAY YOUTUBERY

Just a little bit of genius from the immortal Joe Strummer to get us all through a stinking hot Sunday morning:



Sunday, December 06, 2009

SUNDAY YOUTUBERY

In honour of my wonderful childerbugs' birthdays, their favourite Punk-litery to twitch your 80s bop-memory.


Saturday, December 05, 2009

TO WHIT: UMMM

And just in case you thought this blog was about to fall permanently into mush and emotional blether, I give you this, without a word of explanation.





EIGHT ME ALIVE

Erin is 8 today.

It is too easy to lapse into hyperbole when talking about your loved ones. But it is nothing more than unvarnished truth to say that, without Erin, I would not be alive. The story of why belongs in the past, but at the time, she was the rope I clung to in order to climb back to the world. Without her, I would not have met Luscious. Without her, I would not have found a new family. Without her, I would not have seen the life I have seen over these last 8 years. She carries within her the part of me that I lost, and could only regain through her.


She is a child of caring and delight, who thinks Captain Sensible is marginally better than Pink; who sees no problem in growing up to be an artist, dancer, teacher, and nurse all at the same time, as long as she can still play basketball; who will thank a friend for coming to play by making her a set of earrings; who can make horns with her lower lip and turn her tongue upside down; and I cannot look at her without a blinding pride.
Happy birthday, my most beautiful daughter.