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.
The largest remote
by Regis Boff
As television stations proliferate and board my cable access palate, I grow in potency.
During the reign of the Networks, I was a dull beast content to work my experiential field with a hoe.
My Gold Plan with Cablevision Westchester sets me apart. I do not associate myself with the broadcast ghetto of “real-time.”
I know how seasons end before you do. I swing a contemptuous ax of “spoiler.”
The nation is racing towards a viewing singularity. The instant when all things recorded is at once viewable.
Soon, I will miss nothing.
I will be Yahweh. You will not speak my name.