Come one, come all...

to a dizzying collection of pop culture satire, social commentary, and blithe little limericks about my IBS! Come! Join me as we gayly cruise the endless byways of absurditude we call life!

I am allergic to six types of grass.

This has little to do with you but I thought I’d jump off with a fact that elicits sympathy. Now that I have you [blows nose], allow me to explain.

1. “Why this, why now”

This year has been a real thwack in the elbow. In an already confounding world (the melting planet! the abiding human cruelty! The debilitating truth about the sugar content of oat milk!), I moved across the country, turned 40, and had a stroke. I’ve been writing a lot. About all of it. Several essays, two plays, and a one woefully neglected Threads page, to be exact. But in doing so, I realized what I was missing was a consistent audience. The kind with which I could develop a rhythm. [bangs tambourine three times against own skull, tosses into nearest river] That’s where you come in.

2. “What’s in it for me, pal”

I’ll be posting a new piece weekly. Less newsletter than scrapbook, less scrapbook than thought-collage. When I was growing up, our next door neighbor Joanne used to make what she called an “all on pancake” because it was the shape of an industrial size cast iron griddle and could feed, as one shared, sugary behemoth, a house of six.

Let’s call this my all on pancake.

I’ll be talking about things I’m reading, recipes I’m ruining, and how many miniature schnauzers I’ve seen that week, which I maintain is a litmus for how the rest of the week will go.

I’ll also be posting videos like this one and doodles like the one below.

3. “Where on earth do I sign up”

Click subscribe, close your eyes, and say “heath McFlurry” three times. Et voilà!

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