Welcome Lily! Stay on topic mind you!

Now, at the health food store slash pool hall we also deal in metaphors. Nobody knows what that means either. A lot of bikers will come in and say, “Give me a metaphor.” I usually say What brand of metaphor? Of course they all want the strongest and best tasting and fastest acting metaphor. “Menthol...

Now one should not confuse irony with the vitamin/mineral iron. A lot of people do. I work at a health food store - slash pool hall - and motorcycle bikers are always coming in confused at that. They say, “Give me a bottle of them irony pills.”

Now if it becomes ironic, that means you ironed it good and sprinkled water on it before you ironed it. You will need an ironing board for this.

Welcome Lily! I am watching "Twentieth Century" right now starring the fabulous Carole Lombard. She's one of my favorites as well. In fact, today TCM is celebrating her with an entire day's worth of her films. I think my favorite Carole Lombard film is "My Man Godfrey," but I al...

Plus, he would Never leave a drink undrunk on the bar.

Robert Ryan is a dangerous dude. I think it was Odds Against Tomorrow (loved Shelley Winters in that one) with that scene in the bar (Ryan has some dry cleaning I think) with that guy from MASH. Ryan can exude pent up violence better than anybody.

Now he’s been around. 58 years old. Been writing sh1t ever since he sat down at a desk. Couple years ago he revisited everything, edited up good everything, quit the hard booze, and lived on Hamm’s beer and potato chips. I don’t know him personally, I don’t want to know artists personally, but my gu...

I want to tell all you poetry people that there is a new poet on the block and he will make you bleed drops of blood on the kitchen floor. His name is Hugh Blanton. His book of poems is titled A Home to Crouch In. It is published by Cajun Mutt Press. This is a true work of genius. I ordered my copy ...

Well, all right then! Good stuff! Thanks, Swithin!

Who is H.D.? That couldn’t be that famous poet Hugh Dalton, could it? No that is Hugh Blanton, the poet for the ages. His book — A Home to Crouch In — is making its way across America

I went to scratch my left ear
And it wasn’t there
Just a gob of dried blood
I didn’t care.
I went to scratch my nose
And it was there
So I got to wondering
Why my nose is still there
Yet my ear is torn off.

I just love that word — fetching — Ida did some Gunsmokes too.

On Tuesday? That’s tomorrow right? Boy I could go for one of those frozen margaritas. They are super when they come out that machine, yum.

23 and 3 — that is plenty impressive.