Just completed the latest of several re-writes to the a libretto for a music-theatre piece/opera about the Torso Killer and got an affirmative response from the composer who is my dream collaborator for this project. Stoked!

This is a surprisingly clear picture for being taken with an iPhone and sharing a frame with a street light. Nice.

If someone could Photoshop in an image of thousands of depressed Clevelanders who spent the last decade-and-a-half shoveling their cash into the dumpster’s insatiable, burning maw, the metaphor would be perfect...just don’t forget to change the color scheme to make it look like a party of deer hunters sprayed diarrhea…

Oh, sweet!

Gus Van Zant can really get into your head when he wants to.

Congratulations on 15 years!

Well, you didn’t say prefix “wife” with “ex”, so I guess the marriage survived that tribulation. That’s encouraging...and surprising!

Pretty sure if I did, the amount of time between me posting and getting banned could be measured in seconds...and I would have to actually have to experience the sequence again.

That’s what I think too! And, 15 years later, I still can’t work up the nerve to watch it again.

Requiem for a Dream.

If there was some extraneous racism thrown in, that quote could be passable as H.P. Lovecraft describing what his protagonist saw upon stumbling into a parallel dimension.

Good question. What we’re seeing when we “see” black holes isn’t escaping from the black hole itself. We’re actually seeing radiation escaping just before it crosses the black hole’s point-of-no-return called the event horizon.

Yes! I was diagnosed as ADD.

Yeah, all the time in high school. I’m actually one of the weird people who enjoyed it. I never felt fear or panic when I took it. Oddly enough, I couldn’t tolerate pot— It would cause me to have a panic attack.

We were probably in college around the same time. In high school (late 90s), it was easy to find acid. My first year of college it dried up overnight. There’s a reason for this: there was one guy who produced most of the world’s LDS—in a fucking abandoned missile silo! Global production of LDS almost stopped entirely…

Mine is! (She's an arms trafficker).

See if you can find the grammatical errors in the following: The only time people outside of Texas remembered the Alamo, is when Ozzie Osbourne pisses on it.

Content of the Ray Farmer Texts: Revealed!