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James

Clueless just about everywhere.

About Me

I am a Catholic first and an American second; I urge all Catholics not to vote for this man. Thank you.I've met me several times, and have always liked me quite a bit. Well, there was that time I stole my own girlfriend and didn't speak to me for a whole month, but I got over it and am now the best of friends.I like to think of myself as a writer because, well, I write down words that connect to each other and when compiled, tell a horror-related tale that will usually make sense. Then I try to sell this compilation for money, which I have done, so I guess I'm a writer.I loooooooove TV. I would marry TV if TV would promise to be faithful.More about me later...when I understand me better. Okay, it's days later and time for more about me. I was born a poor sharecropper in the early 1930s...wait, that can't be right. Sorry, I slipped into Grapes Of Wrath mode for a second, and lost my way. In reality, I was born in a hospital like every other kid in the early 60s; unless you lived in San-francisco, then you were born in a multi-colored van and named Moonbeam unceremoniously. Poor Moonbeam. Yes, I was a child of the 60s, but all the fun was wrung out of that decade long before I was old enough to appreciate it. More later...honest!

My Interests

Reading, and writing, and oddly enough, arithmetic. Movies, TV, other people, other places, music, computers, games, poetry, romance. Everything!

I'd like to meet:

Women people! Oh, and more women people!

Music:

This, that, everything, no rap, though!

Movies:

Anything with ghosts, vampires, ghost vampires, vampires that look like ghosts, ghosts that act like werewolves...ha, you thought I was going to say vampires!

Television:

Mod Squad, Room 222, Mannix, Ironside, Cannon, Love American Style...yes, I am actually deceased. ;-D

My Blog

Its that time again&

Why do I write about this person?  He certainly doesn't merit much verbiage, other than the occasional police report, of course.  He doesn't hold any kind of major position that's worthy of...
Posted by James on Sun, 27 Jul 2008 04:11:00 PST

Truckie the asswipe

I hesitate to call a spade a spade because, of course, there are so many different types of shovels and shades of darkness.  There are times, however, when any digging tool will do, darkness is p...
Posted by James on Fri, 02 May 2008 04:09:00 PST

Our dog Joy

As advertised in the newspaper, she was the puppy of the week. When we got her, I thought, "Goodness, she's bigger than any puppy I've ever seen!" Her feet were huge and her ears were floppy and her d...
Posted by James on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 03:49:00 PST

Drumroll please!

As you all know, today was the day I found out the results of my biopsy. There are good days in this life, and there are bad days. Rarely are there any other alternatives, except for the occasional g...
Posted by James on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 01:22:00 PST

The biopsy

It is over. And honestly, as much as I would like to complain, I can't justify whining about nothing. I do have a comment to make, however; men who have this done without anesthesia are insane. The wa...
Posted by James on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 04:22:00 PST

Why I’ve been absent, or at least lackluster in my responses.

     I have been alive for 46 years, and those who know me well know that I've been through some trials in my time, not the least of which was surviving cancer not once, but twice...
Posted by James on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 03:10:00 PST

A weird, short thank-you blog

Boobzilla, Jimbly, and the Beebs: A Meeting Of Minds It was an ordinary day by all accounts, but ordinary is in the eye, and mind, of the beholder. Today was the day; the day where my out-of-town frie...
Posted by James on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 02:52:00 PST

About Vista

I haven't written anything here for quite some time, but that's simply because I haven't had anything to say. I know that seems crazy, what with my penchant for extreme verbiage about little to nothin...
Posted by James on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 02:02:00 PST

Holy Week

    Today is Holy Saturday, the last of Holy Week, the day following the brightest dark day of the Catholic Christian calendar, Good Friday, and preceding the most joyous, most glorious...
Posted by James on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 08:53:00 PST

A Halloween Poem (kinda creepy if I do say so myself)

KILLERby James W HaysCrimson leaves about my feet, a bloody wreath of cold decayThe scent is murderously sweet, and easily holds my soul swayI'm lost in bitter amber hues, the silent sky is bludgeoned...
Posted by James on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 10:40:00 PST