Fallehuckinglujah is my comment on the power of words; it's a bastardization of Hallef***inglujah, which I am wont to say in moments of joy but cannot because of the f*** part. If, however, I switch the f and the h it retains the same feeling but is no longer obscene. Same feeling, same letters, only two letters switched but one is verboten and the other is, well, not


27 November 2020 by patchallel

How did the post-WWII Germans deal with that segment of the populace that supported fascism? Did the East/West Germany schism help? How will we resolve our division? How do we reconcile our future with those buried in the past?

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28 June 2020 by patchallel

“I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia, food of the gods.”

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Duck Soup

25 June 2020 by patchallel

Mrs. Teasdale: I held him in my arms…And kissed him.

Firefly: Oh, I see, then it was murder! Will you marry me? Did he leave you any money? Answer the second question first.

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05 May 2020 by patchallel

The word capitalized is seldom capitalized because it usually comes at the end of a sentence, not the beginning.

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29 March 2020 by patchallel

Love the Brits. They drop out as many letters or syllables as possible. I do not know. Four words become five letters. Four syllables become two. Even that could be considered one syllable: dunno.

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Shrimp pie?

11 February 2020 by patchallel

Something about eating a batch of small animals freaked me out. Shrimp pie, each handheld pie are dozens of shrimp. Gulp. Yum!

I mean, they’re cooked, I guess, but weird.

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20 December 2018 by patchallel

The forced reexamination of my love for Bill Cosby and his humor and the discovery of another toxic male in the world (in this case Michael Weatherly) throws me. It’s like the discovery of a loved one’s secret life – did I even know them? How can an image of such trust be so horribly not?

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08 November 2018 by patchallel

“There’s three phases: I don’t want to know, I want to know every detail and I’m changing things.”

“Which are you?”


“No changes?”


“Well, there was Doris…”


“Yeah, come to find out she had the hots for me. Who knew?”

“You look up your life after you’re gone?”

“You can’t help yourself. When did dad die? Who missed me? Doris missed me. A lot.”

“Did you go back?”

“Can’t, you know that. Stop traveling. Who would do that?”

“Never stop?”

“Immortality, man.”

“What if a comet destroys Earth while you’re in the past and you can’t go back?”

“Then I live out whatever life I’m in.”

“So choose wisely?”

“No, just don’t be gone long.”


“I started what I call today at 8 AM. Pacific Time.”


“Yeah, and I’ve lived years today. And it’s not even noon. Several months in the Sixties, months in La Belle Époque…”



“I’ve watched the raising of the Eiffel Tower, met Monet…”

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