The Field

Dandy

When it comes time to dream, or even relax so deeply that the image in your mind defines your existence instead of vice-versa, I often think of big fields with waist-high weeds.

It’s like I forgot that I write sometimes

2 doors down from ol' Franky boy

There has been a death in the family.  I’ll use that as my excuse for slacking off.

Instead of merely slacking off, I find myself wiking off.  I recently learned about the distinction between barred and unbarred spiral galaxies from clicking on a candy bar disambiguation page.

This line of thinking got me to a fantastic place… reading self-help pages for only problems i don’t have.  I strongly recommend it.  I also recommend spelling recommend with only one “c.”  I also do not recommend picking up American English grammar rules like putting punctuation inside the quotes despite ambiguity.