Just For Fancy Musings of a self-proclaimed Fancy-Pants.

So, the homeless guy who’s been living and screaming in the lot across from my apartment building was finally relocated to a better environment this past weekend. And when I say “relocated”, I mean tackled by the police and put in 4-point restraints… and when I say “a better environment” I really mean prison/psych-ward. [...]

I don’t scream very often, as it happens. The occasion just never presents, and frankly, on the few occasions when I was specifically asked to scream (eg. as Elaine in my high school’s production of Arsenic & Old Lace, c1990), I tend have a difficult time mustering the internal combustion that’s necessary for a really [...]