The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
by Regis Boff
As I don’t twitter much and everyone else does, I get my pulse about Mad Men from my wife who understands this social appliance, so much so that half of her enjoyment seems to come from its banter while she watches. She, being someone who did not actually participate in the sixties (circa 1969) in the manner to which I did is far more forgiving of this season so far. I just don’t like those years being portrayed cartoonish by folks whose every manner of expression and morality can be traced to those unbelievably intellectually and socially explosive years.