Overworked, Under-caffeinated

Don't get the wrong idea from the stitched-up blood-thirsty wolf. I'm just an old softie.



Hi darling. Thanks a heap for stopping by. Pull up a chair, have a cup of coffee (we make it strong here, puts hair on you chest).

I’ve just been sitting here in the chill Portland Summer, thinking of writing about:

1.great sex
2. Fame
3. Great strength
4. knowledge
5. Great power

(Great love?)

But since I have the pleasure of your company I’d rather hear about your day. How was work? How’s the family? Have you had any good dreams lately?

Hmmm . . . Not very talkative. I can handle it. Although I miss the sound of your voice. I could sit for hours while you read out of the phonebook, read Dante in latin, or tell me lies.

I could use some sleep.
I've been working on the COVER for Just Out magazine. How did I land the gig? Hell if I know. Onwards and upwards.