My Inner Self Checking In, During The Middle Of Night When No One Is Around To Hear.

Come ye reynards and vixens in the night. There's hares about.

Damn it!

Never gonna find that talking fish.

Howard Chaykin’s 1979 graphic novel adaptation of Alfred Bester’s sci-fi classic, The Stars My Destination

It's got cool

THE VAMPIRES - AKA MILTON DELUGG

I adore this oddball, instrumental novelty record.

My God, but if that wasn't the worst piece of advice I ever took--more than once, to boot, I can't imagine anything more ruinous, degrading, and irrevocably fatal for the soul.

Certainly if you must love anything or anyone, then do it while you are young and filled with foolish good nature and resilience. Spend both like a drunken sailor, because both wane no matter how you live your life.

Lest We Forget On Remembrance Day

Willie and Joe by Bill Mauldin

There was still such optimism about the future, then.

“Space station” by Denise Watt-Geiger, 1979.

I wish I owned any property because I really need this wall somewhere in my yard.

Thankfully, I retired relatively young. Not that retirement is a gig worth being too grateful about either.

I'm pushing 50. The median age of a Canadian male is 39. We are beginning the decline into an aging society, and yet various inteterests keep stripmining the healthcare system, making it wobblier, less efficient, more expensive. And eventually y, after those interests hobble the system, they say, "see, you've had your socialist experiment and it went as expected"

Reblog if you’re 30 or older

This is an experiment to see if there really are as few of us as people think.You can also use this to freak out your followers who think you’re 25 or something. Yay!