Friday, July Something Well dear reader, it has finally happened. After being unemployed since March 3, I have finally snapped my cap, gone ‘round the bend, bought a ticket for the Up With People Concert, and begun wearing traffic cones on my head as cutting-edge fashion. What I mean to say is that I’ve caught the disease reserved for the elderly, the insane and individuals without access to a Gregorian Calendar. I no longer can tell you what day or date it is. While filling out … [Read more...]
The Unemployment Diary – Part 5 – First you say it, then you do it.
June 24, 2011 By 4 Comments
It was waiting downstairs. As you probably have learned from hard-won experience, dear reader, the things that blindside you and alter the course of your life (and not in a good way), the horrific things, don’t come accompanied by a dramatic swell of orchestral music and terse lines of movie script. There aren’t any vampires coming in through the windows at 1 a.m. No, the horrors pop up unheralded on a sunny, ordinary Wednesday morning out of a clear blue sky. I actually felt good … [Read more...]
The Unemployment Diary – Part 3 – Insanity takes hold
May 3, 2011 By 11 Comments
Day-O Day, me say day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home Day, me say day, me say day, me say day…Daylight come and me wan' go home. Had big plans yesterday. Go to the gym, some chores around the house, then several productive office hours mining unemployment sites, writing and looking for ways/places to submit my material. But I just wanted to spend a moment researching our subscription to Netflix, and adding some interesting indie foreign movies with subtitles (translation: … [Read more...]
The Unemployment Diary – Part 2 – Now what?
April 11, 2011 By 6 Comments
...As you already know, Dear Reader, I’ve been canned, sacked, terminated, booted, let go, boned in the ass, as they say. My former employer, the mayor, was decent enough to let me save face by submitting a letter of resignation in which I stated that I was going on to bigger, better things, like dumpster diving and geriatric male prostitution. I’m trying not to wish the worst for him. It’s easy at this time. I supported his candidacy and I feel that he has the city’s best interests … [Read more...]
The Unemployment Diary – Part 1 – The Aftermath
March 21, 2011 By 14 Comments
Recently (so recently, most of my co-workers are blissfully unaware) I have been let go, terminated, been hit by the Big Ugly Axe, sacked. Dear Reader, for your amusement, while I am still giddy over the prospect of getting to stay home and confident about my ability to land another situation making more money and with more prestige and better benefits, I’ve elected to journal my experiences. I think it will be a fun experience and educational for other middle-aged men who will then … [Read more...]
‘Murray Hell: Welcome to the Hill, Bitch’ – toonyc.com
January 18, 2011 By 5 Comments
Article syndicated from popular NYC blog, "Too New York" by Colin Drucker This past Sunday, Angela and I finally ventured to Murray Hill for the first installment of “Murray Hell,” which aims to answer the question, “What is it I hate about this neighborhood so much?” but ultimately is just an opportunity for me to get drunk and criticize it openly for an afternoon. In this first installment, we went straight to the beating heart of the Hill: Joshua Tree. Luckily for us, we came on … [Read more...]
What New Years Eve means to me
December 31, 2010 By 5 Comments
I do not like New Years Eve. I would even go so far to say that it rivals Halloween for my "Least Enjoyed Holiday" award. "But why, Angela? New Years Eve is a time for new beginnings! A chance to start over!" No. New Years Eve is the single worst night of the year for anybody not in a relationship (way worse than Valentines Day, a holiday I actually enjoy). Not only is it 100x harder to make plans because all of your friends are just going to hang out with their boyfriends, but then you … [Read more...]
Fiction section launch!
October 30, 2009 By 3 Comments
Buntology is mixing it up! Below you can read our first submission in our new "fiction section" of the website. This poem, written by Elizabeth Haight, is sure to get your creative juices flowing. Unless the Train Was Late Waiting up-state for the train late from Penn Station, "On the streets of Manhattan, all the beautiful women in their furs." I sit beside the most beautiful elderly man, with pale olive skin and youthful hands. "He says nothing he is a poet." … [Read more...]
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