Frankenberry's Attic

Cricket the Blind: Hey Bella? Where you at? Bella: I’m over here on my chair, to your left. Cricket: Ok cool … ummm, where is my “left?” Bella: (sigh) the direction you always do your weird little Cricket circles in. Cricket: Right! Bella: No, left … wait, ya know what Cricket? Just say “correct”, gonna… Continue reading

Bella ponders her Bella world: Ahhhh life, the universe, that squirrel. Who are we, what is this all about? Who is “cat”? Who are “cat”? Should I maybe go with a salad on occasion, hit the gym? Where are my shoes? Oh, wait, right, that’s a Steve thing, back to existential cat. Breeze, from whence… Continue reading

I am not a handy guy, like do stuff around the house handy kinda guy, something proven in stark, things are falling apart, relief when I briefly owned a house with a better half and her son years ago. So strange then that I woke this morning from out of a dream where I was… Continue reading

I know I have talked of what I do work-wise in posts here before but never really the direct object of such, usually more just a reference for maybe some context as, for instance, I will often mention “our production music website” when I borrow an instrumental or two (shhhh, don’t tell this production site… Continue reading

Another So Then Sunday post. Refresher I have mentioned before. A “So Then Sunday” is like a “Throwback Thursday” just on a different day. Why don’t I just do this on a Thursday then, instead of making shit up and moving the concept to another day and confusing people you ask? Because I just don’t… Continue reading

To Peter Gabriel’s “Games Without Frontiers”. For a new parody tune I was thinking Peter Gabriel, no particular reason, I just thought maybe “Sledgehammer” might be an idea and I was thinking I could get away with the singing attempt. So, I found an instrumental for it that sounded good to go, and wrote an… Continue reading

Ya know I knew this was going to happen. When my Buccos would finally have a slew of their recent draft pics and trades hit the bigs, where finally I would see some of Ben Cherington’s work come to fruition. Where My Bucs might become relevant, maybe even with an unexpected fire to start the… Continue reading

I don’t do selfies for obvious reason … you’ve seen me right? “Steve, move your phone … no, move it up … you want your face in this” “Why?” “Ummm, ‘cause it’s a selfie? … that’s kinda the idea here, it’s in the name.” “Why again am I taking this selfie?” “You were thinking of… Continue reading

Had a Facebook memory post pop up for me earlier from 12 years ago today and it was a picture of THIS hanging from under a light on the back porch of the old homestead I shared with Maria and her son, Jagger. Now I haven’t received any phone calls or read any wild news… Continue reading

Recently my nephew Matt pulled off a unique trifecta (no, not the ponies again, freakin’ Destiny’s Tap Dance for the win! Outta my way sketchy old man, grab a shower will ya! Gotta cash in my ticket! … it was an issue once for Matt … or maybe was it me … but we’ve, I’ve,… Continue reading