A DEAR FRIEND OF MINE
With Nothing To Lose, Suggested A While Back That I Start A Vlog – Let’s Give It A Moment – After I Launched This Unnecessary Mess Of A Blog. Continue reading “Live From The Grotto”
With Nothing To Lose, Suggested A While Back That I Start A Vlog – Let’s Give It A Moment – After I Launched This Unnecessary Mess Of A Blog. Continue reading “Live From The Grotto”
After My Short-Lived Gigs …
As An Empath. Telepathic Marketer (Way Ahead Of The Mind Curve … Take That Google Adsense). Carrot Reader (Who Knew Beta Carotene Had Clairvoyant Properties?) Continue reading “Nostradumbass 2020”
Time Out With The Festive Noshing & Imbibing …
Boom. Shaka. Laka. Continue reading “I’m Calling A Yuletide Truce”
My First Born ‘Darling’ Texted Me Last Saturday Morning …
Asking, If I Was “Down To Doing Something?” Exactly. Down Not Up. Continue reading “When Sparky Met Molly”
What’ve You Got To Say?
So, You Don’t Want To Come Out. Play On The Page. Take Center Stage.
Fine, Stay Inside. All Bundled Up With My Other Dumb Thoughts. Conspire All You Like.
“Mind, Get It Together, Save It For Another Day.”
Photo by Steve Johnson from Pexels
To The Side Of Town …
We Don’t Talk About Continue reading “About Last Halloween”
Just How Many Buttons You Have …
So, I Counted. In The Lamest Of Sorted Ways. Guestimation, Darlings. Continue reading “Gran Botón Rojo, Esq.”
Would You Believe …
This Nitty Gritty Witty Ditty – In Theory – Started With Pure Intentions Of Scribbling A Goofy Bucket List? Continue reading “Bucket Lust”
To Be Perfectly Quiet …
I’m Doing My Part. Distilling Stillness. Not A Word Spoken. Continue reading “If One Can’t Improve On Silence …”
To Admit I Was Wrong … I’ve Been Doing It For So Long …
So, Reader’s Choice: Regret. Shame. Guilt. Continue reading “What The Frangipane?”
After Work Last Night …
A Planned Office Thing. Previous Plans For A Larger Soirée Tanked. Good Intentions Thwarted. Continue reading “When Sushi Bites Back”
Do You Go Casual … Kazee, Kazoo?
Dress It Up
Play It Down
Full Commando? Continue reading “What’re You Wearing?”
Well, Your “Sunday Go-To-Brunch” Good News Just Got All The Way Awesome ..
“Kuched Is Over-Stocked On Wit.”
That’s All Right. Surprised? I’m Not. Continue reading “Puns For Hire”
I’ve Last Seen Carl … My Carlito.
I Miss Him. Dearly. His Everything-ness. Continue reading “Raising Rex”
Yes, It’s Contagious …
A Good Thing. Stop Scratching. Or, It’ll Scar.
“Don’t Cha Worry, ‘Cause I’ve Got The Fix, My Darlings.”
… The Ointment. Anecdote to the Antidote to Aunty Dotty. Topical Greasy Stuff … To Make The Rash Go Away (Before Tinder Swipe Right-Fright-Nite). Continue reading “The ‘Hoochie Koochies’ Are Coming!”
And, All Y’all – Feeling The Same Unloved Feeling – Like Déjà Voodoo.
“What’s Going On With Our Lovely Host?”
Hearing Fables Of Lost Followers: On Again, Pissed Off Again. Posts Gone Poof, Incognito. Disappearing Into Sweet Nothings, Darling.
… Who’s Been Hacking My Porridge?
Photo by Gilberto Reyes from Pexels
On Black Friday – or – Taupe Tuesday (Next Week) …
And, You Feel Like Dropping-More-Than-A-Lump-Of-Coal In My Stocking This Year Continue reading “Cool Crap I Really Want For Christmas”
Yeah, But Not That Chad, Silly. Maybe, You Were Thinking Lowe … Rob’s Baby Bro?
Or, Chad Smith. Drummer (Cool). Red Hot Chilli Peppers.
Chad Kroeger – Hey, Did He Ever Get His Nickelback? – Nope, Again.
And, Definitely Not Chad Michaels. Dude’s Such A Drag … Queen. Continue reading “So, Chad Called …”
Going All The Way In …
With A Smarty-Pants One-Word Moniker
“Dropping The Mike … No Mas, Michael … Sans, Miguel … Ciao, Michele.”
… Like That. Continue reading “Known Mononymously”
To Cupcake Cache Blog for selecting me – Kuched – for the Special Blogger Award Nomination.
This is my second first blogger award nomination; as I received another one – Sunshine Blogger Award – later the same week – and now, have answered them out of order. Because, I am blissfully clueless as to dates, details and protocol. Continue reading “Special Blogger Award Nom”
Pre-Dawn Glow. Warming To The Morning Perk. Caffeinated Bliss.
La Bella Macchinetta Have You Read? Start There To Getcha Going.
Resting On The Stove. My, She’s Beautiful, Indescribably So. Bambina Moka Espresso.
… Ciao, Darling. Continue reading “Confessions Of My Caffe Fling”
Don’t Go Together …
I Get It. I’m Not Color Blind. A Case Of Myopic Style Sense, Sure.
“But, That Didn’t Stop Me From Committing Treason Against The Rainbow Yesterday.”
… Or, Fashion Blasphemy. Voluntarily Frump Day. Got My Ew On. Continue reading “Color Fool”
Sky Diving. Rolling Bocce. Rock Climbing.
On My Way Home From Grocery Shopping.
“My Free-Run Brown Eggs Rarely Make It To ‘Mi Casa es Su Casa’ The Way They Left The Chicken.”
… Maybe I Should. Continue reading “Cracked Shells”
I Mean, I Don’t Fit The Marketing Demographic … And, I’m Not The Type …
Who does? Who is?
I’d managed to avoid the “Almost Anything For A Buck” Store
… Until Curiosity Dragged Me In. Continue reading “Dollar Store Hombre”
Eyes Of Cleopatra …
Silky Sheen On Striped Tabby Coat
Mittens White As Snow.
… Bastet Reincarnate … My Giza Kitty. Continue reading “The Dingleberry Hop”
Why I’m Not Amused & Awake At This Unholy Hour …
Not Now. Back in the Pre-Dawn Morning. Hanging Under The Moon.
Scribbling Away. Blogging-It-The-Hell-Out-Of-Me. Trying To Post Up. Continue reading “Tic Toc, Capisce?”
We’re Toxic Together … And, We Can’t Live With Or Without Each Other …
It’s On Me. I’m A User. An Abuser.
Neglectful.
… It’s A Bad Habit Of Mine. Continue reading “U & Me”
Literally, As In … The Rocky Horror Picture Show … Fo Sho!
An unwatchable parade of Tuck n’ Taped – Female Impersonators – Doing The Time Warp.
The Opening Number at The Opening (Night) of a new Interior Design Joint. Continue reading “Girls Night Out (Act Two)”
Banning Halloween Treats @ The Office.
I mean, I’ve got The Resting Pr!ck Face for it. So, Why Not?
He’s A Halloweenie Meanie.
I’ve Been Called Substantially Worse. Indicted Just The Once. Plea Bargained It Down To Being A Fool. So, My Records Clean. Continue reading “It’s Not So Bad …”
And, Tuesday’s Valiant Plans Went Straight To Crap …
Check out the doppio Mañana, Mañana for an essential refresher
Before reading – Skipping-To-Like – any further.
I Know, Right? Continue reading “Slim, Slick & Shady”
I Feel Weird …
Not Twitchy Weird. Just Regular Weird. Because I’m Probably Weird.
Like Last Night. For Instance …
“When We Were Bromancing It Up.”
Is Going On … Question? Statement!
Exasperated. Emphatic. Emotion.
Cussin’ is a Lazy-Tongued Habit – Leaving The Mouth – When Something More Dignified Can Be Said.
Swearing in any language. Necessary on Occasion. When I’m Feeling Continental. Continue reading “Che Cazzo?”
Every Last One Of The Greedy Bastards?
“The Avaricious Whoring Of Holiday Retail Merchandising Has Leapt Way-Out-Of-Season And Out-Of-Bounds.”
Christmas Lights strung over Jack O’Lanterns! Blasphemous.
So, What’s It Going To Be: Trick or Treat – or – Seasons Greetings? Continue reading “The Bane Of Holiday Jumpers”
The Century Club. Made It. Cento, Cool.
Does WordPress give out anything – Gift Cards, Coupons, Purple Ribbons, Swag, Yadacetera – to commemorate One-Hundred Posts? Continue reading “My Pretty Mess”
Stop. Back Up. To The Beginning …
Okay, we didn’t actually get in to the bar. Not on the first couple of attempts. That would’ve been way too easy. Of course, My Brethren don’t Do Easy easily.
Epic Fails also isn’t our thing. And, No is never an option. Such was the elevated conundrum in imminent need of a viable solution. Then again, collectively-speaking, we had 3 Undeniably “Jealous Much?” Essential Things Going For Us: Continue reading “The 7 Or Was It 9 Of Us?”
An excerpt from ‘Rampart Red‘ – Copyright © 2015 by Michael A. Kuch
After The Last Day Of High School …
Milo and Percy sat shoulder to shoulder stooped like pigeons on the front porch steps of the Como’s bungalow watching Donny and Sam in the driveway.
“No freakin’ way,” Donny said, sucking on an orange popsicle. “Not a chance, my man.”
“What’s the problem?” Sam asked. “It’s got plenty of room.”
Sam was rinsing the hood of his mom’s 1964 Rambler American convertible. Rampart Red. Continue reading “Frank’s Trifecta”
The Guys Need Help … Tout de Suite …
This mess has gone beyond My Humble, Always Jaded Opinion … from Bad Sci-Fi to The Un-See-Able Mortification of Vanity.
An intervention of Armageddon proportion is needed to Save The Males from Themselves, because the Ragazzi are not going to do it alone.
… I Promise To Help Where I Can, But Please Keep In Mind I May Be Part Of The Problem. Continue reading “We Should Talk”
Wearing My Best Worst Resting Pr!ck Face … I Dropped:
“Oh, No You Ditten.”
Delivered with just enough of a hint of Incredulous Sarcasm warmed over by Hurry It Up, Saturday Mornings Don’t Last Forever, Daisy …
To clue in the obvious that neither one of us wanted to be there … to the smartphone-brandishing, dismissive Little Miss As-If-Whatev’s hiding in plain sight behind the Big Blue Counter of Purgatory … about the two most important parts of Customer Service:
Nice-ish Paying Customer (All About Me) and At-Least-Feign-The-Part-Of-Giving-A-Hey-Now-About-Service (All About You). Continue reading “My Valentine To Walmart”