Man, I can see why storytellers of your era like to over-use cliffhangers. You should have seen the look on your face! “Oh no, is he dead?! WTF?!” LOL, I say, in your parlance. That abbreviation always confounded me, though. I mean, I know it’s supposed to be “laughing out loud,” obviously. But what I … Continue reading
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63rd Street – Part III
Well, that was unsatisfying. Without the threat of severe health risks, I’m just sucking on a flaming paper tube stuffed with bits of dead plant. I guess it’s true what they say about mortals having a “death wish.” I might have enjoyed it if there was some possibility it would have killed me. But speaking … Continue reading
63rd Street – Part I
There is a sensation to touch. An inescapable feeling that sends a billion signals to the brain and sends us to our knees, overwhelmed with the touchness of it all. I experienced touch once. And taste. And that other thing. I don’t remember if I experienced memory or not. It’s been awhile. For you see, … Continue reading
The Year That Is
I’ve never been a big believer in New Year’s Resolutions. All too often they are things we’d like to do, not things we are resolute in achieving. But for me, this year, I need to change. 2012 was good enough, but I need to stop settling for good enough. I want to be in a … Continue reading
State of the Madness
It was a year ago this day, this time, that I made my very first post on Rhoades to Madness. And here I am, 153 posts and 30,000 pageviews later, still chugging away. I haven’t always kept to my schedule, but in the end, I did end up averaging about three posts a week, just … Continue reading
Can’t All Be Winners
Hello and welcome to another edition of “No, I Haven’t Abandoned My Blog!” Today, we talk about stuff and things and junk and crap. It has been almost two months since I last returned a Netflix movie. I’ve been holding the current one, Bound, hostage for absolutely no reason. Haven’t even watched it. Finally going … Continue reading
Pygmy Fire
This is an attempt at songwriting. I envision it as a driving rock ballad that you’d want to HEADBANG to! Or maybe just bang your head against something to make it stop. Partial blame must fall upon my brother Dusty, who inspired the whole thing long, long ago. There was a ruckus on the … Continue reading