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

I'm that Tired Guy, you know the one who wonders each morning if today is the day. I'm that Tired Guy pondering life's mysteries like a teenage girl examines prom dresses. Some are sheer and sexy, but mom won't let you wear it. Others are frilly and flowery, but not showing enough leg puts you … Continue reading Where Do These Stairs Go?

I'm that Tired Guy, you know the one generally caught somewhere between reality and madness, typically between the hours of 6 AM and 10 PM (that's Eastern Standard for our European friends...or 10210 Mongo Time for Hawkmen and Arborians). Yeah, I like sci fi. Sue me. As usual, I'm contemplative and restless. Oh and tired, … Continue reading On The Turning Away