Frankenberry's Attic

Yes, it’s Christmas Day With things held, maybe at Bay Or not For respite For a moment For A day unlike any other Day We tell ourselves Yes, it’s Christmas A day Continue reading

When I was a kid, as I was joyously passing my time with books of faerie queens and their kings and castles and elves and trolls (ones you would actually like now, no matter their demeanor, as opposed to their newer version) and other fantastic things, or of stars that were so wished upon with… Continue reading

I don’t know where/when it started, my aversion to Christmas, an aversion shared by some I’m sure, and no, I’m not going to be the male version of the latest Hallmark season’s movie. Guy has it all in the big city but feels empty and cynical and comes home to his small town to find… Continue reading

Was thinking the other day (not recommended by the way – it’s not all it’s cracked up to be, it can take soooo much out of ya and no one really listens anyway) that the Green Acres theme song seemed kind of an obvious thing. An obvious thing when it comes to Margie Q Greene,… Continue reading

Jacob Marley: Whoooo hoooo oooh (wind rushes and chains doing Jacob Marley wind rushing chain rattling kind of things with approaching footsteps) Guy: Really dude? That’s a bit dramatic. Jacob: What? (stop … wind rushing chains sounds coming to a slowed turntable wind down dying hault) Guy: You still workin’ that? Jacob: What?   Guy:… Continue reading

A good friend of mine, who is waaaaaaay more popular than me in social media ways that the kids all talk about (waaaaaaay more popular in general as she is actually social) recently posted to the Facebook of having a bit of an issue with Stink Bugs at her place. Seeing this I shot her… Continue reading

This one is to the Dixie Cups “Chapel of Love”. I know, “Chapel of Love” really? How the hell do the Dixie Cups come into the noggin? They don’t but … … there’s a radio station of the group of stations that I work for that stands out simply for its stand out of quite… Continue reading

(a picture from downstairs earlier in the week) Mimi: Who is that? Me: What? Mimi: Who is that?! Me: Just a cat Mimi: Just a cat? Bella: Yeah, who is that? Me: Just a cat Mimi: There are no cats that are just a cat Cricket: Hey, blind over here ya know. Where ya’ll at?… Continue reading

(WARNING: Gonna ramble a bit here) The platform I use here to move stuff into an Attic with boxes of thoughts to pile atop other thoughts on fashioned storage bin cat seats, things I’ve talked of before with towel topped windows is Word Press. It works for the most part. I switched to it a… Continue reading

My Sunday look back this week on old posts goes to April of 2009 and the last radio station digs before my current ones. There was an apple pie contest once where I didn’t burn the house down in the process of trying to create an apple cheese crumb pie. ////////////////////////////////// I’m back and sorry,… Continue reading