I would never waste a wish on something stupid like "world peace". The outside world I can turn off and ignore. I would wish for peace inside my head.

The true warm-and-fuzzy meaning of Christmas. I was going to take this all the way back to The Manger, but I already have enough people that want me to die an agonizingly painful, slow death. 'Tis the season.

'Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the land? Suffering and misery, for our fellow man. A question I ask, is - if HE was here; An activist, or - Roman Legionnaire?

Channeling my inner "New Yorker" cartoonist. I'm usually too wordy. "Letters are symbols. They are building blocks of words ..." - and so on. A day late. Was busy writing a new blog to explain why I failed as a composer.

I have a marionette I received as a gift when I was 3 years old. He is my bestest, most loyal friend - because I clipped his strings long ago so he can’t leave me like everybody else.

Hmm. Subtle. All that's missing is a signature hormone inducing, evil twirling of the ... beard. So. Anyway. I'm in a mood. To ruffle turkey feathers. Or stir the salvation pot. Or be a ... yeah. Merry Winter!!!

Christmastime in Painesville by Slack Jaw. 1995. Newly single. Driving I-90W to work, it came on the radio passing under the exit 185 ... signs. West to Cleveland? East to Painesville? I laughed. As I healed. From? Scissors.