This is in response to my friend Steve’s post over at his blog, to which he has kindly allowed me to reply in the interests of opening friendly discussion (and also in the interests of giving both of us fodder for future blog entries. Win-win!). I actually meant to write…
But first and most importantly: happy Father’s Day, Dad! You’re the best! So I’m not exactly a poetry buff. Certainly I’m not a poet; although I have one Hilroy containing a couple angsty verses dating back to my thirteenth or fourteenth year, even that is mostly semi-humourous garbage. I can’t…
Without question, the most complicated character in my personal fictional jerkwads hall-of-fame is Peter Pan.
I spent at least an hour one Thursday last year trying to find a good cover of The Rolling Stones’s “Sympathy for the Devil” by a female vocalist. What is slightly more disturbing is why I did this.