Talent Is Never Static. It's Always Growing

Writing's About Getting Up, Getting Well, And Getting Over. Getting Happy, Okay? Getting Happy.

You're Dead, George. You Just Don't Have The Sense To Lie Down.

Anyway, As The Old Barrelhouse Song Says, My God, How The Money Rolled In. Norton Must Have Subscribed To The Old Puritan Notion That The Best Way To Figure Out Which Folks God Favours Is By Checking Their Bank Acounts.

When Machines Fail, When Technology Fails, When The Conventional Religion Fails, People Have Got To Have Something. Even A Zombin Lurching Through The Night Can Seem Pretty Cheerful Compared To The Existential Comedy/horror Of The Ozone Layer Dissolving Under The Combined Assult Of A Million Flurocarbon Spray Cans Of Deoderant." - The Mist

Everything In Moderation. And That Includes A Couple Of Beers A Day.