Thanks for the affirmation, Norman Bates. (In an age of computer generated images enabling filmmakers to present a realistic show of ripping off people’s heads or running them over with trains, this scene is a refreshing reminder of the emotions real acting — no FX involved — can generate. If you are not at least a little creeped out by the pure psychosis Anthony Perkins exuded with just his facial expressions, you are not human.)
OK. I sense madness in the coming weeks. Too many uncertainties. One good thing, though — I’ve made some snail’s pace progress on the Backyard Reclamation Project. To clarify: we are reclaiming our back yard from the overgrowth, weeds, critters, and scary green things. Behold the initial evidence (sorry about the “after” shot lighting — I took it at dawn):
I hated that half dead wild rose bush anyway. It was like the Thing That Eats Worlds. But a few dianthus, petunias and marigolds, along with a Minuteman hosta plant on the far end spruced things up nicely. Oh, and don’t forget the garage paintover. I couldn’t move my arms for two days.
So what’s in store for you this weekend, my lovely fiends? Anything fun planned?


Ever since The King’s Speech, I’ve wanted to get my eyeballs on movies with Colin Firth. I saw a dandy two nights ago.
A blessed Memorial Day to everyone in the States. Although I don’t know anyone in my family who lost his life in a war, I join a grateful nation this morning in appreciating and thanking all those who paid that price in the name of our country’s freedom. Gone but never forgotten.