Tag Archives: Eric Robert Nolan

If there is an emblem for bachelorhood, I’m pretty sure this is it.

It’s like the Westerosi sigil for House Unmarried.  (A delicious sigil.)

But, damn, I miss the baked mac-and-cheese served at Mary Washington College.  I know I’m not the only one.



(Please don’t deck me.)

Pal of mine built a custom deck for his backyard; he got offended when I referred to it as a “porch.”

Admittedly, it was a porch choice of words.



Thankee Sai.

Thank you to everybody who made my birthday a happy one yesterday, including the many cool people who called or sent messages.

You brought a smile to an old man’s face.  😉



Just a quick reminder to vote for Publication of the Month over at Spillwords Press.

(And I have an ulterior motive for the reminder because my poem “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks” was nominated.)  😉

You can register to vote at Spillwords Press right here, and then cast your vote right here in the contest.

Have fun, and thank you in advance if you happen to vote for me!  🙂



An octopus omelette is an octomelette.

Because omelettepus sounds too weird.

Don’t lie.  You know you want some.


“Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks” nominated for Publication of the Month at Spillwords Press.

I received a nice early birthday present today — my poem “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks” was nominated for August 2024 Publication of the Month over at Spillwords Press.   (And I am touched that readers responded so favorably to this piece in particular, because I wrote it to honor my late parents.)

As I’ve explained here before, you have to register with Spillwords Press in order to vote.  You then have until August 29th to cast your vote here.

If you happen to vote for me, then thank you for your support!



Mozzarella-cheeseburger with spaghetti sauce.

It’s … Irish-Italian fusion cooking, or something.

Delicious.  It’s delicious; let’s just leave it at that.

By the way … asking someone to pronounce the word “spaghetti” is a reliable way of testing whether or not they are a vampire.



Octopasta!

Because there are two things in this world I cannot resist.  One is octopus and the other is a decent portmanteau.



Spillwords Press publishes “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks”

I’m honored today to see Spillwords Press publish my poem, “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks.”  You can find it right here.

Thanks, as always, to Chief Editor Dagmara K. for allowing me to see my work appear in such a wonderful online literary magazine!



My World-Famous Octopus-Swiss-Burger.

The trick to deliciousness is to pour the juice from the octopus can onto the beef while it is frying — preferably with Swiss cheese from the good people at Food Lion.

The last time I shared an octopus recipe online, somebody told me to “up my meds.”  Sigh … like pearls before swine, people.

Update — I know that this does not seem like part of a heart-healthy diet.  But it actually IS, because an octopus has eight hearts.