Wednesday WTF
“Art is the distilled essence of the human soul. Some merely sip at the intoxicating brew of creativity, others merely sate their thirst, but for a few, creativity flows like an unending stream, painting the canvas of our world with strokes of brilliance that endure on walls and canvases, across wood and stone, upon floors…
Yeah baby! Californiaaa. The land of milk and honey. Whoooo! I love California. The beaches, the California cool lifestyle. Yeah, baby! I am down for all of it. And let me tell you, I have found my little slice of heaven in Bombay Beach. So what if Bombay Beach is 223 feet below sea level?…
Words matter. They can soften bad news or make mediocre news seem wonderful. Words are incredibly powerful. Take the description of the home featured in this week’s column. The listing agent encourages us to “Check out this artistic, creative, and museum-like historic home.” My mind automatically thought we were going to see some incredible paintings…
“Hooray for Hollywood,That screwy ballyhooey Hollywood,Where any office boy or young mechanic can be a panic,With just a good looking pan,Any barmaid can be a star maid,If she dances with or without a fan” Yeah, sing it Johnny! How fabulous is the word “ballyhooey?” It is the most perfect word to go with the home…
Regular readers of my column know my love of anything ‘80s. How far did that love extend, you ask? It went as far as enjoying the World Wrestling Federation. That is until the real WWF sued and the wrestlers had to change their name. I find it funny that the big, bad wrestlers got beaten…
