To all those who celebrate — MERRY CHRISTMAS! I hope the day has found you with joy, peace, love and happiness!
Pictured: Cover to December 1913 issue of “Boy’s Life” Magazine, “Santa and Scouts in Snow,” by Norman Rockwell.

To all those who celebrate — MERRY CHRISTMAS! I hope the day has found you with joy, peace, love and happiness!
Pictured: Cover to December 1913 issue of “Boy’s Life” Magazine, “Santa and Scouts in Snow,” by Norman Rockwell.

Noo Yawk.
Where the girls wear miniskirts through the week of Christmas.
Where pizza costs seven dollars a slice.
Where you have time to snap precisely ONE picture before your train leaves.
Where there’s no train to Manassas, but there is a train to Manhasset.
Where a walk down the street reminds you of “Blade Runner.”

… when I travel through Union Station this week, I’ll damn sure scope out the locations where “Manhunter” (1986) and Ridley Scott’s “Hannibal” (2000) were filmed. Because I’m a different kind of nerd.
Not gonna ride the carousel and touch some girl’s hair, though. That would be taking things too far.



I might not be quite as into Star Wars as everyone else, but I hope that all of my hard-core SW fan friends have a BLAST with the new movie. Your ardent fandom affords me a really interesting experience — it lets me feel as though I am a mainstream guy, while everyone else is a nerd!!
You guys waited a long time for this — especially if you weren’t thrilled with the prequels. I hope this trip into your favorite fictional universe is frikkin’ awesome!

Children today cannot truly comprehend the meaning of the term “Christmas special.” Netflix, Hulu and Youtube (not to mention pirated movie sites) now make “specials” available at leisure. There was a time, kids, when the program you see below was an event unto itself. It aired once a year. If you missed it, then you missed it. (I never did.)
I remember loving most of this, and being allowed a bowl of either chocolate or coffee ice cream from the box in the freezer. (Did anybody else grow up with coffee ice cream?)
You know what would be a very marketable idea? Making a toy line that reproduces the “Misfit Toys.” People would buy those.
I’m happy to say that Dead Snakes tonight featured my latest poem, “As Silver as the Stars You Tried to Rival.”
If you haven’t read read it, and would like to, then click here:
“As Silver as the Stars You Tried to Rival.”
Thanks, Dead Snakes!

Then please consider surprising them with “The Pustoy,” an outstanding book of poetry by Philippe Blenkiron. It’s a science fiction and political epic in poetry format, describing future Britain’s rule by a genocidal dictator who scapegoats an underclass to facilitate his rise to power. It’s quite dark, and I quite loved it. Click the link below to read my review last year:
A frightening future, skillfully envisioned — God help “The Pustoy.”
“The Pustoy” is also easy to purchase in either paperback or Kindle format. You can find it at Amazon right here:
I suggest that this would make an excellent gift for lovers of books like George Orwell’s “Nineteen Eighty-four” or Ray Bradbury’s “Fahrenheit 451.” And its format in verse would make it an even more interesting companion book.
Hey, Girl.
It turns out one of my poems, “Confession,” was so damn hot that it was featured by the “Amorous People” Facebook page. For those of you unfamiliar with the steamier side of the Internet (yeah, right), there are indeed Facebook pages dedicated to erotica.
“Amorous People” is one of them — an “18+ Community” that primarily features photos of people 20 years my junior enjoying themselves far more than I am as I’m typing this right now:
The Amorous People Facebook Page
Yeah, it’s amorous. If Barry White’s subconscious had a Facebook page, I’m pretty sure this would be it.
I’m also pretty sure the site originates in Eastern Europe. I’m seeing what looks like Cyrillic script on some memes, and the community rules somewhat befuddlingly instruct newcomers to “offend then leave.”
I … I guess this discovery is flattering, in a weird sort of way. “Amorous People” actually only featured a portion of “Confession,” which was published by Dead Beats Literary Blog in October 2013. It was the sexual imagery in the poem’s opening. They also ran the portion without attribution, or acknowledging Dead Beats. I politely informed them that I was the author, and included a link to where it first appeared, but they haven’t responded. Maybe they’re … busy doing other things. [Wackicha wackicha.]
Anyway, “Confession” is easily the most popular poem I’ve ever written. It got a record number of “likes” and shares when it appeared at Dead Beats two years ago. If you are feeling curious (or “Amorous,” even) you can read the poem in its entirety where it was originally published. The link is the first one at the top of my “Poetry” section here at the site:
And hey — if anybody out there is inspired to get their smooch on because of something I wrote, then that’s just awesome. Here’s to you, ya crazy kids!!

Frank Becker sent this one along to me yesterday. It’s a darkly mesmerizing short film. When it takes a turn for the surreal after its first half, it becomes dreamlike and hellish.
It was written and directed by Damian Nenow, and produced by Platige Image.