Friends, I’m Taking A Little Breather From My Mess Of An Unnecessary Blog … Continue reading “Kuched On Summer Chill”
Friends, I’m Taking A Little Breather From My Mess Of An Unnecessary Blog … Continue reading “Kuched On Summer Chill”
Is When I Should’ve Written This Cryptic Beauty Of A Post … Continue reading “Étouffée. Sunflowers. Nutella.”
On My Saturday Morning … A Couple Of Perky Doppio Espresso’s In To My Glorious Day … And, My Heart’s Exactly Where It’s Supposed To Be: Calm. Peaceful. Love Life Mode. Continue reading “This Is What My Happy …”
aka: The Dugger — Diggy Deez — Das Graben … Continue reading “The Diggity Award”
Claudette Labriola’s Blog – “Writer Of Words, Etc.” – Is The Writer’s Satirical Expose Chronicling The Tribulations Of Parenting And Domestic Life For What It Truly Is: Living Hell, Anchored By Morning Coffee Perks And Evening Wine “Calm-The-Fuck-Down” Decompression Sessions … With A Few Sweet-Ass MeanMom™ Rantrums Squeezed In. Continue reading ““Writer Of Words, Etc.””
Given The Trifecta Of Slim Pickings In The Titular Comparative Challenge Above … Continue reading “Shitstorm vs. Clusterfuck vs. FFS”
For This Wonderful Accolade And Nomination …
Sovely Is The Creative Soul Of MurmelMeister.
“A Blog So Passionately Crafted To Reward The Reader With Blossoms Of Love, Music, Poetry, Soul Food … Infused With An Unfettered Awakening And Celebration Of The True Human Spirit.”
“This is an award for the Absolutely Wonderful Writers all across the blogging world. They have beautiful blogs, are kind and lovely, and always find a way to add happiness and laughter to the lives of their readers. That is what truly defines an awesome blogger.”
When are you happiest? The time I spend with my two sons, Uno e Dewey. Writing. Praying. Supporting the Daily Bread Food Bank.
Do you prefer happiness or challenging situations? I’m almost always in a happy mood, frequently bordering on natural euphoria – must be the sweet pheromones jacked up inside – except for moments of other normal emotions that get in the way of permanence. Happiness is fleeting, finicky, and unfulfilling beyond a momentary flight of self-satisfying random occurences, which isn’t sustainable. I don’t pursue, or often think about, happiness. It simply exists for me. I don’t miss it if it’s slumbering or absent. It always comes back when it needs a heart to hug and a mind to play with … Happiness may be something as innocuous as ice cream melting. Laughing after crying. Playing with my dog. A warm or cool breeze. Challenging situations appeal when there is a drive to attain a desired goal, result or achievement. I strive for Purpose, Truth In Self, Wisdom Beyond Knowledge, Potentiality Of Love and Personal Betterment … omnipresent challenges, never-ending.
What is the best thing happening to you past week? Forging through an extended period of creative voids and abstinence to allow a story to permeate within me – honoring the process to nurture rather than forcing unnecessary words for the sake of writing – then hitting a moment of creative bliss where it abundantly spilled onto the pages as though I had discovered a secret passage into an inspirational sanctum.
What is the most useful thing you own? My Mind. My Hands. My Heart. My Imagination. My Faith. My Self. My Strength. My Sense Of Humor … Library Card. Brita Water Filter. Plumbing. NH95 Face Mask.
For what in your life do you feel most grateful? God’s Grace and Forgiveness. My Mother’s lifetime of unselfishness and sacrifice for her children. Mio Ragazzi.
What makes you laugh the most? My dog. My sublime idiocy and self-deprecating humor. Things I say aloud when I’m alone. Mocking myself. I’ve always made myself laugh. I think I’m humorous, though I’m not sure …
What is something you like to do that other people would probably consider “weird” if they knew? I often go to see films alone. I dance when I’m alone to my curated Spotify playlists. I use purifying facial masks a couple times a year as a devout and practicing Metrosexual Man. Also, I’ve given myself a deplorable (unspeakable) nickname to keep me humble … because humility is Self Love. I’ve trimmed my hair twice during the pandemic.
What was the most thoughtful gift you made? I was about 7 or 8 years old and I had crafted a paper necktie in school for Father’s Day … Thoughtful, wishful, perhaps back then only because I’ve never met my father.
What’s the best topping/ice cream combination? My lips are the topping … over Chocolate Tartufo.
What’s your idea of heaven & hell? Life on Earth. It’s the same place. We’re simultaneously co-habitating in the delusion of Good and Evil, though we’re all too preoccupied with nonsense, ignorance and hoarding 2-ply bleached tree bark to tell the difference … and, even if we could, would we really know what to do about it?
How do you feel about diversity? For Millennia, Drones Of Social Engineering – Religion, Government, Education, Military, Media – have persecuted courageous individuals and groups merely wanting to be recognized and valued for their inherent differences. Shame on The Institutional Whores masquerading as Leaders of Humanity. Future generations will live a truer, authentic existence … until Artificial Intelligence usurps their freedom and liberties, and then the Neo-Persecuted will wax poetic about the Good Old Days when Humans had the right to hate, judge, ridicule, slaughter and enslave one another instead of being censored, cloned, euthanized and de-Humanized by a herd of fuckless robots. So, be as different, as genuine, as unique, as blessedly purposeful … as singular as God Created you.
What is your most favorite blog post that did not get enough attention yet? “In Me Still …” was soul-effacing to write and share publicly. It’s the closest script to poetry I’ve ever written and recounts a dark childhood trauma … decidedly cryptic, I’m unconvinced it revealed the truth entirely.
What’s your favorite question to ask? “What’s Your True Purpose in Life?” … “How Can I Help?” … “Didn’t I Pay Last Time?”
What was the meanest thing you’ve ever done? Lied about the truth. Killed an insect. Hurt people emotionally who care about me …
Which jobs would you like to try out, if you had a chance? Priest (Confessions and Exorcisms only). Film Director. Architect (during The Renaissance). Organic Farmer. Sign Painter. Dirty Dancer. Surfer. Typography Designer / Font Artist. Namer Of IKEA Products. Millennial Whisperer. Crafter of Artisanal – Small Batch – Kitty Litter.
You’re good at? Short List: Quick wit. Making myself laugh. Telling the truth. Holding hands. Chivalry. Ironing shirts. Making homemade … Bolognese sauce, Jambalaya, Chilli, Beans & Rice, Kasha, Omelets, Oatmeal, Lasagne, Espresso … Kissing. Free-style Dancing. Pinching fat babies. Flossing the hard to right spots. Pouring a nice head on a Lager. Annoying friends. Getting out of bed. Foreplay. Making up new words. Screwing up grammar. Using a Corkscrew. Snorting when I laugh. Shaking my head. Cloaking my heart when I’m smitten … Watching movies. Doodling. Staring at people in public. Blinking. Counting backwards. Mocking. Telepathy. Empathy. Crying in church. Day Dreaming. Shadow Puppets. Modesty/Immodesty. Being an asshole when I’m cranky. Drinking from a glass. Throwing snowballs. Losing focus when I’m bored. Pretending to listen. Asking questions when I already know the answer. Falling asleep. Not caring/Over caring. Answering questions when I don’t know the answers … Writing cryptic, random nonsense, then tapping publish on my blog.
Truly Awesome Are My 5 Chosen Nominees Of Impossibly Gifted Writers And Bloggers I Follow Regularly:
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I’ve Checked The Line Above Twice And I’m Giving Up – Wait – There’s 4 Argh’s In Errrro, Right? Continue reading “A Mop Is Born”
Completed My 2019 Tax Return Yesterday … Continue reading “For The Love Of Taxes …”
The Pix Above Isn’t The Best I’ve Ever Taken … Continue reading “Coffee With Carl V”
If You Care-To-Share, Pick And Post – Comment Below – Any One (Or More) Of The Following: Continue reading “Let’s Play Favorites”
Couldn’t Find One, So I Went Fishing For A Cool Pic … Continue reading “I Needed A Good Excuse …”
Figured I’d Try Something New And Share The Love … Blogger-Style …
“It’s Cool. You’ll Like It. Thank Karen.”
Peace. Love. Blessings (Any Order)
What strange times we find ourselves in. A few months ago, none of us had heard of Covid-19 or Coronavirus, but its impact on all of us over just a few short weeks has been staggering. 1,721 more words
I’m Giggling My Slim Tochus Off The Charts …
Laughing Makes It Alright, Right? Continue reading “Free “Click Bait” Here!”
An excerpt from ‘Café Baci’ – Copyright © 2011 by Michael Kuch
Continued from Claire, Darling
One too many times. He laid still, silent as death. His body stiff as a plank of gnarled hardwood, like rigor mortis had set in, harpooning him to the mattress. His skin prickled with chills from a sleepless night of cold sweat, suffocated by dreadful night terrors, awakened by sudden fear and anxiety. Continue reading “Déjà Vu Doo”
SEEMS LIKE MORE OR LESS
Would You Mind If I Said, Continue reading “Two-Fiddy, Huh?”
An excerpt from ‘Swayed’ – Copyright © 2014 by Michael A. Kuch
“Stanley,” said Vivian. Continue reading “The Ripple’s”
I’ve Been Trying To Dump A Follower … Of The Leachy-Preachy, Creepy Crawler, Flogger Blogger Varietal … Continue reading “Shoo-Shoo, Bugaboo”
I Wouldn’t Miss If They Left The Planet … Continue reading “Bleu. Blu. Blue.”
Mitigating Saint Valentine’s Day … Was The Last Straw … After The Cold Snap This Week. Continue reading “Spring Prelude To Losing My Mind”
I’ve Planned A Trip To The Iberian Peninsula … Some Pesky, Inconvenient Situation Conspired Against My Pretty Toes Slipping Into Avarcas Sandals. Continue reading “Never Been To Spain”
“Giving Up The Booze And The One-Night Stands …”
Joking, folks. Sardonic is what I do. Sartorialist, occasionally. Bombastic, mostly. Continue reading “Sardonic Satorialist?”
I’m About Done With Satirical, Myopic Ranting. Stop Me Now, If You’ve Heard Me Herd In This Sweet Nothing Before. Oh, Insipid, Mindless Cretin, Am I?
Pontificating Nonsense. Courting Discontent. Beguiling Blowhard. Continue reading “When Its Not Good …”
While I Grin And Bare It …
“More Silly, Random Thoughts Than Good Sense This Morning …”
You Know How Thursday’s Go When You Think It’s Friday?
… I Don’t Trust Ferrets, But It’s Not Their Fault.
Image by Alexandra Koch at Pixabay
Yep, Again, This Morning – Metaphorically – Dumped A Nasty Load Of Digital Déjà Voodoo Folks.
Now, I Have To Launder The Linens. Change The Sheets. Air The Joint Out. Continue reading “It’s Disco Warfare, Baby”
Isn’t A Fate I Suffer Easily or Frequently … Much Less Tolerate …
“Perhaps, Its Because I Mostly Write About Nothing, Which Is More Difficult Than You May Think.”
And, There’s Always Something To Write About Continue reading “Simple Hack To Beat The Curse”
Alright, I’m Calling An Intervention …
Actually, An Exorcism: I’m Convinced Dubya Pea Is Possessed. Continue reading “How Many Times”
Is One Of Those Shameless Filler Posts …
Us Blogniks Ever Admit To Dropping Continue reading “Really, Dude?”
Ups & Downs … All Around.
Neither One Sustainable Continue reading “Weekend Wrapper Upper”
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”
For 40-Something Days Straight Now …
Though You Probably Wouldn’t Know Continue reading “Pop Up”
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?
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Writing For The Sake Of Writing …
“What More Did I Have To Say?”
That I Hadn’t Blathered Here
… Too Many Times Before. Continue reading “On The 31st Day”
Raw. Naked. Like A Shucked Oyster Bathing In Its Liquory Brine …
I’ve Seen The New Quadrant Of Evil. Continue reading “This Ain’t No Party”
We’re Toxic Together … And, We Can’t Live With Or Without Each Other …
It’s On Me. I’m A User. An Abuser.
… It’s A Bad Habit Of Mine. Continue reading “U & Me”
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”
Except Where I Left It …
I’ll check that place later
If I can remember to remember
… Where That Place Is. Continue reading “Has Anyone Seen My Library Card?”