I read Nightmare Alley by William Lindsay Gresham, a 1946 novel about carnival folk and nefarious spiritualists and mediums. My favorite slang phrase for fooling the rubes was "jazzing the chump," a practice still used by politicians and propagandists on poorly informed voters.
Sling blade season started this weekend and I'm ashamed to say I'm not in physical shape to clear an eighth of an acre without taking a three-day break.
Ever since I decided to get in track and field shape to use my college athletic eligibility my back's been tight and achy as if to say "the fuck you are."
I'm at that age now where I'm fighting off the urge to binge watch Columbo and Murder She Wrote. I know if I start I won't stop, and the next thing I know, I'm Matlocked.
Turning 60 motivated me to finally get serious about using my NCAA athletic eligibility (track and field). I started training today by doing some old man shuffles and throwing my back out.
@goodreads I hope to finish reading Dracula by Bram Stoker, and finish listening to Novelist as a Vocation by Haruki Murakami and the anthology Hark! the Herald Angels Scream by Christopher Golden, editor.
I made a spiritual connection this Sunday morning by relaxing in my recliner, sipping a cup of coffee, and reading from the good book Dracula by Bram Stoker.
@goodreads I'm reading Hex by Thomas Olde Heuvelt and Deserter: Junji Ito Story Collection by Junji Ito, and listening to Nightmare Fuel: The Science of Horror Films by Nina Nesseth.