For a few weeks there was placeholder on this page made up of Charlie Sheen Lorem Ipsum that I ended up liking so much I’m leaving it at the bottom of this page. If you want to create your own, the Vatican Assassin web page is probably the best (and maybe the only) place to find it. Anyway, enough about Charlie Sheen.
First off – thanks for stopping by. This web site is the repository of my personal projects – galleries of images from my photography trips and my personal blog. As of this writing, July 2018, a portion of the images I intend to put up are here, more will go up over the next few months as I find time.
The blog posts will consist of comments on life, thoughts on current events, remembrances of family stories, reviews (books, movies, and music), essays, and short works of fiction. Embracing the truism that the internet is comprised about 80% of things that probably shouldn’t be there and 20% of images of cats and dogs, this site will follow that approximate rule of thumb, content-wise. I have zero aspirations of commercial success/failure/anything related to this — this is entirely a personal project. The intention is that this will be a place for me to read/write/discuss mostly non-political topics and for me to comment on anything from what the dogs are doing today to films and books to news to anything else I find interesting. Since I don’t feel like labeling anything as fiction or not fiction, it’s safer to assume that everything you read here is fiction.
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I return you now to the Charlie Sheen Lorem Ipsum:
It’s … yeah … it’s an understatement. You know, I just … I’m sorry, man, I got magic and I got poetry in my fingertips. And you know, I’m tired … I’m so tired of pretending like my life isn’t perfect and bitchin’ and just winning every second …. And I’m not perfect and bitchin’, and just delivering the goods at every frickin’ turn. I’m done. I’m done. It’s on. Bring it, as I say. I ain’t hidin’. How complicated can it be? What they’re not ready for, is guys like you and I, Nails, and all the other gnarly gnarlingtons in my life … that we are high priests … Vatican assassin warlocks. Boom. Print that, people. See where that goes. He’s as radical as you’d think he’d might be. If … I’m not just my dad, I’m … you know … petting up the river to kill another part of me, which is ‘courage’. Because … look at what I’m dealing with, man. I’m dealing with fools and trolls. And I’m … you know … most of the time. And this includes naps! You know, I’m an F-18, bro. And I will destroy you in the air. And I will deploy my ordinance to the ground. And, uh ….