I now had a character, that’s me. I had a premise, the search for happiness. And I had a character arc, unhappy to happy (or lets call a sense of well being). In short, I had my film. And I was off — with the enthusiasm of a kid.

You should know from the outset that my tongue is planted firmly in my cheek.  This post will not mention the decorated dead of America’s many wars.  Not that they don’t deserve it, but, hey, …

Do you like pretty things?  Do you like pretty, sparkly things?  Do you like pretty, sparkly things  that dangle gracefully from your earlobes?  Do you like these?
Would you like to see them dangling gracefully from …

Late in the evening when there’s absolutely nothing else on, I have found myself on occasion watching Toddlers & Tiaras. It’s one of those train wreck reality shows in which overweight parents groom their …

I have had an unwilling absence from the internet.  My cable went out.  Yesterday.  Or maybe the night before while I slept.  Of course I didn’t know that when, perky as could be, I took my coffee …

I watched Men of A Certain Age last night for the first time.  That may be because last night was the first night it was on.  Or maybe I’m just a late bloomer, being all …

My mom developed a vision problem when I was a kid, and I remember that it really scared me. Her arms got too short to be able to look up numbers in the telephone …

Julia Child doesn’t give a recipe for Puff Pastry in her almost-encyclopedic Mastering the Art of French Cooking.  Or rather, the recipe she gives is for the simple little piped (or flung from a spoon) …