I don’t know what the hell I did to my computer camera — or if it just came like this. Everything is hazy. I might have cleaned it with something I shouldn’t have, and damaged the lens? I’ve heard that’s a thing.
Kinda sucks.

I don’t know what the hell I did to my computer camera — or if it just came like this. Everything is hazy. I might have cleaned it with something I shouldn’t have, and damaged the lens? I’ve heard that’s a thing.
Kinda sucks.




A buddy of mine, cooking in his kitchen: “You missed the fun — I just broke down a chicken.”
Me: “What did you do? Tell it a bunch of your jokes?”
I was joking around on Facebook just yesterday about “The Six Million Dollar Man” (1973-1978). I would have been a baby when this originally aired, but, like a lot of Gen X’ers, I can remember it pretty well from reruns. (I am linking here to the Potentium Youtube channel.)
I still remember being a little kid and trying to make the show’s (indescribable) signature sound effect when lifting something heavy.
Oil on canvas.


Episode 14: “Zima Blue.”

Hey, gang. If you’re concerned for my sanity and want to monitor my mental health via the safety of your Internet connection, I’ve started a page here at the blog for poetry publications in 2023.
I hope that you are all having a happy Valentine’s Day!
