When Imagination Meets Reality

As regular readers of this blog (and especially my twitter feed) will know, I have just returned from a quick jaunt down south to New Orleans.  It was a great trip.  New Orleans is one of the few places that managed to live up to my preconceived notions of the place.  I had a blast, ate far too much (the …

Oh, the Profanity

When my first book was published, twelve long years ago, my characters cussed and cursed their way through the unlikely adventures I had concocted for them like drunken sailors on shore leave.  Their conversations were veritable cesspits of fruity idiom.  At the time I thought I was being terribly clever.  I believed that this was what writers did when they …

Writer’s Toy

This is my new writer’s toy.  I believe it’s called a “lapdesk”.  It’s a desk that sits on your lap. Hence, “lapdesk.” Stop me if I’m going too quickly for you. Look.  It even has its very own light.  All mod cons, you see. My wife bought this for me yesterday.  Now, rather than sitting at my desk all day, …

Blue Note Lives!

Haven’t had any jazz on here for a while, so here’s something I’ve been saving up for you. When most jazz enthusiasts talk about “Miles”, the chances are they’ll be referring to one, Davis, M.  But there’s another Miles whose influence, while perhaps not so far-reaching, still had a profound effect on jazz and its iconography.  I’m speaking of Reid …

Voice Male

This is sort of thing makes me happy, although I’m not quite sure why. I’ve already written about Old Spice parodies proliferating on the web.  Now we can all get in on the action.  Thanks to a fellow twitterer, I found this great website, which allows you to put the Old Spice dude on your phone. Now, if someone could please …

Lousy Excuse of the Week

Upon being asked why she was still awake half an hour after bedtime, Catherine tearfully announces: I have all these buttons in my head, and I think I must have pressed the “Scared” one. (Oh, and she’s still awake now.)

Rap Repeat. (Yo-yo.)

[Here’s a blog entry I wrote a while ago, which I am re-posting now, ahead of further, related silly stuff later this week.] I am not a real hip-hop fan.  A cursory review of my CD collection reveals precisely six rap/hip-hop albums – and probably six of the most well-known in the genre, at that.  It would be like owning a …