Wordsmoker

Without getting in the way of anyone’s feelings, hopefully … I know a little about hiking the border of creativity and madness. Take fiction writing, which you dudes both do; if you publish it, you’re an author, […]

Sometimes there’s nothing better than beer and cigs at night and cigs and coffee the next morning. And cold pizza.

There actually are data, just published, showing that NYC’s transfat ban has lowered fat levels. Dunno about the Slurpee ban, though. At least it’s keeping the Palins out.

Do you need someone to hate right now? I mean, really hate?

I’m immune to nicotine addiction. Flat-out immune. I could smoke for a month then wake up and forget to light up.

Now, we are talking about tobacco, right?

Wait, we’re on two different Balkys. The writer one seems to be fine. I haven’t heard otherwise. I think he’s following me on Twitter. I was talking about that lady in Hollywood who looks like you.

Thin, fit and boring. Writing a memoir/whatever of my weird ancestors and me. It’s my “retirement” project. I figure it will take five years.

I had the God-awful worst hotel last month. It could give South […]

Oh, you know, married bad, turned out bad, humiliated, now walking around looking astringent. This hasn’t been the biggest secret.

Balky, you’re alive, my old friend! I just cruised through Philly a few weeks ago and thought of you. Too bad about all the shit your doppelgänger has been through but he’ll, you marry a biker you wind up on the skids.

Psychiatry kept me from being drafted and sent to Vietnam, which allowed me, three or four months after when I would have been sent to a rice paddy, to accept an offer from the New York Times and launch a writing […]

Give me librium or give me meth.

Pack ‘em up and send ‘em here.

I worry about full moons more. But being as this is New Jersey, the bizarre-traffic-restrictions capital of America, you never know.

Shut it down and turn it into a seminary.

The function of these people in my life is to remind me how far outside the mainstream I am and how happy I about it.

Too much rubbing in will do that.

They’re spillover from the Katie Holmes story.

This is mean. My pansies just died.

Dear God, can we not have the “Katy Holmes single mom in the big city” reality show?

Boy, there’s a pair of engrams if I ever I saw one.

I like reading about the creation of the universe, because I can’t possibly understand it. That gives me a way to explain away my inadequacy without referring to my career.