Frankenberry's Attic

With all of what’s gone down in the last 3 months (just talking the mundane here mind you), all that has been put aside, all the normalcy that has been put on hold, I thought one of people’s silliest concerns was how they haven’t been able to get to their hairdresser or their barber. To… Continue reading

“I am … an ally of all peaceful protesters.” Trump from Rose Garden June 1 “now, be gone with you with tear gas and rubber bullets so I can take a disingenuous, shameless and awkward photo with a bible that somehow didn’t burn my fingers in front of a church that I’ve almost never visited… Continue reading

Celie and I are pretty much on the same page with everything though the recent has tested that. My apologies Celie. She has her feelings about all of this, some conspiracies that aren’t without merit, points to be made and points I listen to as I love and respect her on the same high pedestal… Continue reading

“must go faster” … only we’re not being hunted down by re-animated angry dinosaurs, just current actual animated ones, corrupted elephants instead, that aren’t chasing us for food but for our thought’s foods need, flesh not it, mind. “must … post … faster” … faster before the dumb consumes whatever may be left. No break… Continue reading

With the last 3 months or so being what it is and has been, a lot of us have obviously been stressed and victims of the anxiety that comes with all this. But these stresses and anxieties manifest themselves in different ways. For me I’ve noticed I’ve become more easily distracted and even more scatterbrained… Continue reading

I’ve never been one for finding any importance in holiday weekends, no matter the occasion, other than having a Monday off. But I know for a great deal of us they can be kinda big, yearly gatherings of family and friends, a grill fired up, a beer or two cracked, an eventual argument about politics… Continue reading

A shitty day, a steady rain and a bit of a chill but it at least might wash away some of the other shitty, if there is nothing else to be garnered from it. When my good friend, Rick, recently sent me some new lyrics to Eleanor Rigby I sung them out for him and… Continue reading

(To all my cat friends) My sister Rebecca and my nephews have cats, 3 of them, like me, and a Razzy Girl and, actually, my brother Nick has a couple as well so we’re just a regular ol’ cat crazy clan (not crazy cat ladies all just yet though). But one of Beck’s gang is a… Continue reading

Over a year and half ago I started writing new lyrics and singing them out, in my little studio and then editing in my own little world (don’t ask, it involves cats and quiet, and more quiet after that, probably not your thing), Beatles tunes, for some reason these songs and this band the perfect… Continue reading

(Facebook Memories popped up this picture over the weekend of me and The JG, the son of my ex, Maria, from 11 years ago – I’ll give ya credit Facebook, sometimes you hit the mark) Wow. 11 years ago. This one almost made me cry from the melancholy with its surprise just now. Gots be… Continue reading