I Was Here

Going to spend the night here at Zombie Logic Press headquarters on the Holmes Block. Just rented Enter the Devil on Amazon video. Haven't written a word here in two months. Not a damn thing to say about anything going on. I play Dungeons and Dragons on Tuesdays, and nothing that happens in those sessions strikes me as any more bizarre and surreal that was has happened around me this year.

We got a piano this week. And a roll top desk much like the one my parents had in their home. Nothing fancy, just a department store style roll top desk, but when I saw it at the thrift store I knew I had to have it. Been looking for five years now, and this one just appeared when we were trying to waste a few minutes browsing on our way to something else. I bought her a piano and she bought me a desk.

Night of the Living Dead has been on a constant loop on the VHS lately when I'm here at the apartment. 

recently I stopped collecting vinyl records and started collecting cassette tapes instead, for a couple of reasons. First, vinyl records are just too expensive, and I never really liked them in the first place. I was happy when cassettes, then compact disks came along. I just wanted listening to the records at all, but I have no fear about putting a five dollar cassette in my boombox and listening to something like Van Halen or Tom Petty.

Enter the Devil is a really effective and unique low budget horror movie shot in Texas in the early 70's. A nice addition to the Satanic cult genre that was so en vogue then. And a unique take on it. 

I was here.

P.S. The Devil never does enter Pin It

The Hodags and Grammys Say You've Reached Top End

On the eve of Father's Day I wonder if I should call my dad and tell him I wrote another book, and it's on the walls of a museum.

Nah. I'm good. 

As for my guys, everyone got in a motor home this afternoon and headed to Rhinelander, Wisconsin, home of the Hodag. 

I couldn't go for health reasons. The reason being I hate to sleep on the ground.

I got a copy of the Dungeons and Dragon 5th Edition Player's Handbook today, and I've been invited to join a D and D group, so I might read it over the next few days.

I also have a bag of the fun size Baby Ruth bars a twelve pack of Tab Cola. None of that is a good idea, but my good ideas don't seem to go anywhere, either, so maybe a few bad ideas are what is in order. 

Hope it storms like hell tonight, but not up in Rhinelander. Also, I hope the Hodags aren't out.

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My Angiogram Scar Totally Looks Like a Penis and Testicles

I'm going to write a paragraph or two here so the first thing you don't see is a picture of my hairy groin. After my surgery they basically had to perform a smaller surgery to remove all the tubes and needles that were in my body. These were significant tubes. However, it wasn't for two days that I saw the scar on my thigh. It was a thing of true ugliness. This was from the angiogram tube they basically use like a roto rooter tool. 

After all my scars started to heal a little bit I started to notice this one was taking a very clear for. The form of something it was very close to. I should have shaved so you can see that it looks exactly like a penis and set of testicles. 

I wasn't going to do this blog because despite what it might seem like I have some standards of decorum. But I have a scar that looks like a dick and balls on my leg, what am I going to do, not blog about it? You were warned.

My angiogram scar that looks like a penis and testicles

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New Items That Match Your Interest In The Mont Blanc Meisterstuck Pen, Burgundy

Every afternoon I get an email from Ebay alerting me to new items that match my interest to previous items I have been interested in, including, but not limited to: Hot Wheels, Dungeons and Dragons rulebooks, transportation tokens, aspirin tins, poetry books, Spiderman comics, The Monster Club, Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things, Zombiethon, Shock Waves, silver, copper, and nickel bullion, and Mont Blanc pens. 

It's good to have interests in life. Hobbies. Collections.

I used to do Sears delivery, and was inside several peoples' homes every day for a few years, and I was astounded by how little people had that distinguished them from the next person. Now you could say I didn't really see where they kept their most private possessions and items they didn't want anyone else to see, but I saw enough to get the sense there wasn't much else going on besides what I saw out in the open. I was behind and underneath and in enough unusual places to know I'd seen enough to get an idea who lived here and what they considered important. 

I never saw journals or collections or studies brimming with books and personal mementos gathered during a lifetime of travel, experience, and contemplation. 

Mostly I just saw a VHS copy of the movie Independence Day. I'd have to say that movie was the most common item in all those years. Every house seemed to have it, and someone appeared to have watched it recently.

I like that Ebay shows a daily concern about the collections I curate and wants me to complete some of my ridiculous collections sometime in the coming
century.

Perhaps the thing I lost that was most painful to me was my burgundy Mont Blanc meisterstuck pen. I had bought it in the late 90's at Office Max for $119 and adored it's balance and the smooth, equal amount of ink the ballpoint cartridge exuded. Perfect. And beautiful. I had to Ebay mine when I moved into this apartment because I had lost everything. I needed money for food and to get the utilities turned on. The saddest thing about my life was I had nothing left of value. Except plasma. I got a very fair amount for the pen. More than I had paid for it, in fact, as the meisterstuck now costs almost three times as much to buy new. I suppose my circumstances are that I could buy one right now online, but this one was bought to reward myself for publishing my second book of poetry, and even though they all look the same, that one was mine. 

I'll buy another one, eventually. And perhaps I'll live long enough for that one to replace the memory of the other. These things happen. Lessons that things are just things. Or perhaps the opposite lesson: that things are damn important and should be cherished. 

September 12, 2026 update: I indeed did find myself buying another Meisterstuck pen, then subsequently selling that, too, along with most of my collectibles in what has become a sort of lesson in the impermanence of things, including myself. But at least this may be the last time I have to ever look up the spelling of the word "Meisterstuck".

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