But, in my defense, let me point out that Batman is (arguably) the most capable hero in the DC pantheon because he has a contingency plan for ANYthing — even something like Superman going rogue and becoming a villain.
M’ jus’ sayin’.
From 159 lbs. on January 1 to 145.8 this morning.
Right — not amazing. (And I am obviously no Chris Hemsworth.) But it’s good for me.
I tried everything — including regularly walking five miles at a stretch. I actually GAINED weight. (There’s this weird, irresistible instinct that makes you EAT more, because you’re going on a long journey. I call it “hobbit syndrome.” Seriously!)
The ONLY way I could lose any weight was with calisthenics. Old school.
If you are even remotely familiar with Ridley Scott’s “Alien,” then you know that ABC’s marketing staff was not.
John Hurt is looking pretty spry. (At least they had the good sense to leave Ian Holm and Veronica Cartwright out of this mess.)
Anyway … did it really take “Alien” five years to reach network television? I seem to remember (falsely, I suppose) that it hit TV when I was still a very young child. Yes, HBO carried it only a year after its theatrical release — maybe that’s what I’m remembering. (People just called it “Home Box” back in the day. Being a little kid, I thought they meant the physical “box” –the converter — that sat atop the television.)
Yet I also seem to recall my family having Showtime, but not HBO … and people on my street still just called any premium channel “Home Box?” Whatever … it was a verrrry long time ago, and I wasn’t the brightest kid out there, anyway.
Source: Screen Gems on Facebook
Somebody stop me. I’d been doing so well — I’d eliminated my pot belly almost entirely. I was feeling lean and mean.
Yet, slooooowly old eating habits are trying to reassert themselves. It isn’t even that I really crave candy at night. It’s that I specifically crave chocolate.
It’s like this … at some point, I’ll have a little bit of chocolate before bedtime. But then I will want chocolate EVERY night; it’s like a little switch gets thrown in my brain.
There’s a neat little article right here about whether chocolate should be considered addictive.
Goddam communist vegetable. I didn’t want you for dinner anyway.
Or, more properly, f*** whoever wrote these stupid instructions on the back of the package. A half a cup of water will obviously NOT suffice to cook half a giganto-sized package of frozen broccoli. And I didn’t read it wrong! I’m wearing my glasses!
This maddening confusion does not accompany cheeseburgers! And I always know the recipe is right because I have my own recipes!!!
[Update — hold up! Turns out I was entirely too hasty in my judgement of this broccoli! A half a cup of water is indeed enough, given how it … seeps upward in the pot. (Steams?) I dunno, it’s kitchen physics. And I’m not really an expert on kitchen stuff.]
Indie Writers’ Digest in the United Kingdom recently invited me to submit a few of my poems, along with some comments about my journey as a poet.
I really am honored. This is an outstanding magazine devoted specifically to independent creatives, and Editor and Publisher Bryony Petersen is a true pleasure to work with.
You can find the May 20th Issue right here. My composition about my writing career can be found on page 29; a selection of my short poems appears on page 30.
Thank you again, Bryony, for introducing me to to the wonderful creative community of Indie Writers’ Digest!
I am thrilled tonight to see The Creativity Webzine in Germany publish my poem “Roanoke Summer Midnight.”
The theme of the May issue is “History,” and my poem is meant as an homage to the spiritual, natural and architectural history of my adopted home, rural Southwest Virginia. You can find it at the link below:
The Arts Section of The Creativity Webzine
Thanks to Editor-in-Chief Charles E. J. Moulton for allowing me to see my work showcased within this wonderful creative community.
This is probably the most visually interesting building I’ve found here in Roanoke, Virginia — the Roanoke Typewriter Sales Company on Campbell Avenue. It’s just past the east edge of downtown, on the other side of the tracks, in the shadow of the overpass. It has a quasi-wedge shape that’s hemmed in closely at the rear by adjacent train tracks, and at its top is a billboard like a great, garish tiara.
If this isn’t the setting for a short story, I don’t know what is.
(May 2025.)