I'm that Tired Guy, the one who daydreams in technicolor and speaks in black and white. I'm that Tired Guy, wavering between the past and the present like a butterfly caught in a languid summer breeze. Time to babble on. Lately I've been making egg salad sandwiches for work lunches. I blend some yellow mustard … Continue reading When Are You Going?

I'm that Tired Guy the one who gets a little slower, a trifle grayer and a bit bulkier with each passing day. I'm that Tired Guy languishing somewhere in the middle...well more like reclining in an awkward position wondering how I got that way in the first place. I guess I just haven't been hungry … Continue reading The Pen Is Mightier Than Me

I'm that Tired Guy pondering the mysteries of the average, multiplying the co-efficient times the constant and concluding there truly are only a handful of movie sequels that are better than the original. I'm that Tired Guy expostulating the postulates while simultaneously disproving the existence of preexistence post mortem, ad infinitum, ad nauseam. Or in … Continue reading They Say It’s Your Birthday

I'm that Tired Guy sitting in front of a twenty-two inch screen on a Sunday evening with a yen to write something, anything. I'm that Tired Guy, the one who isn't afraid to admit how young and gullible he was back in the day. Here's a funny memory. It was the Fall of 1987 and … Continue reading Leave A Tender Moment Alone

I'm that Tired Guy the one who has been in absentia for far too long, at least according to the three people who actually follow this blog. I'm that Tired Guy so full of 80s angst right now but tragically no John Hughes around anymore who could direct the perfect film about it all. Back … Continue reading Demented And Sad But Social