So I’m lying here on my futon pecking away at my trusted Sidekick’s keyboard. Adult Swim is on for background – King of the Hill – I love te whole Arlen gang. Just finished a bowl of Special K red berries; it’s so good I consider it a dessert.

The only electric items on in here are my fan and TV. My apartment building is being renovated, including the entire electrical system. The place is just over a hundred years old, so you can imagine the madness. Management has asked everyone not to overload the temporary circuits. I’m complying ’cause electrical fires and ending up homeless is just not cool.

Oh, and there’s a giant hole in my bathroom ceiling. It was a small one before the plumber fixed the leak. It’s damn scary looking up into all that old timber and pipe. Very The People Who Lived Under The Stairs. I keep imagining zombies will suddenly crawl out of there or something.

Speaking of scary, I feel like renting some of my old favorite B&W chillers. The House on Haunted Hill, The Tingler, The Last Man on Earth all with Vincent Price, and The 50ft Woman.

I remember watching them all and other moldie oldies on Thriller Theatre on Saturday afternoons back in the ’70′s.

Sunday afternoons were Elvis, The Dead End Kids, and Abbott & Costello movies.

Man, is my age showing or what?

Time to say ciao- for now.