God-Damn It! I’m Such An Idiot! I Adore This Woman, Janis Ian, I Love Her. She Loves Me Not! I Don’t Give A Fuck If She Is A Lesbian, Who Really Gives A Shit At This Point?

For One Brief Moment In Time, I had the attention of Janis Ian, Then I Fucked it Up!

Please Do Not Fuck With Me.

I Fuck with my mind enuff!

I am Not in the mood

Maybe Later

Check Back

Yeah. I am a Hopeless, Hapless Romantic (And a Fool) I am Re-posting This For My Dead Sister. She Would Appreciate It. Even if Y’all Do Not

I Miss Her Wit (Madelyn), So Fucking Much.

I Miss You So Much Dear Sis!

You Would Certainly Laugh and Make A Mockery Of My Current Folly

Madelyn ‘Turned Me On” To Janis Ian.

I Never Forgave Her!

At Seventeen

She May Read It, Perhaps In Heaven Which, if There be Such a Place, Is Where She Belongs.

You Don’t Need To…

Read This.

It is Only For Her.

“Janis Ian handed my ass to me.”

I LOVE Janis Ian!

I said, “Do you wish me dead?”

Lip service to books you’ve read

Articles on how to bed a bird in flight

You called it love

I called it greed

You say, “You take what you want”

I said, “You get what you need”

Go on, be a hero, be a man

Make your own destiny if you can

Go find a fence

Locate a shell

And hide yourself, go on, go to hell!

Go away from me

I need no charity

Janis Ian handed my ass to me.

I deserved this.

(Because I am an asshole but had temporarily misplaced my ass.)

Janis returned it to me with not-so-well wishes.

I should have learned the truth at Seventeen.

Cred for Vid Share: PJHARV1

But I didn’t. I am still studying and yet I remain optimistic for the future. Someday I just may become a real gentle…man


Janis Ian Message to me (on Facebook):

This Really Brought Me Back To Earth!

Shit. I Have been ‘dressed-down,

but never like this!


“Lance Marcom uh… I have no idea why you took off at me like that. I said people could share because inevitably, people post on threads asking if they can share. And I’m sorry if you were “triggered ” by my offer, but if offering the option to share some thoughts written by a very dear friend of mine – who by the way is not having a great year, and certainly has more urgent things to do with his time than the way you just spent yours – caused your upset… well then, take your triggered self somewhere else. If you’re that big a “fan”, you’d know how little I think of people who use “triggered ” as an excuse, or profanity as an attempt at English.

As to telling you to “fuck off” years ago, apparently I didn’t make myself clear enough at the time, though as you admit, I didn’t say that. However, your over the top responses and insults to everyone who responded show your self-pitying true self.

Apologies mean nothing if you’ve understood nothing, Lance. Apologies mean nothing if you’ve learned nothing. And it really is time for you to take your very sensitive triggered self and work on fixing your life, instead of interfering with mine.”


 (After reading her proper ‘dress-down’, I retired to my “stupid corner” opened a can of worms and ate all of them–in shame)

“When payment due exceeds accounts received.”

I will always love you Janis.

You are a beautiful, brilliant, brilliant songwriter and performer.


“Don’t spoil it all; I can’t recall a time when you were struck without an answer.”


“Between the Lines”

I know Janis is GAY–I DON’T Give A Shit!

“And For a dime I can talk to God.

Dial a Prayer…

Are You There?

Do You Care?

Are You There?”


In The Winter…

The Abusive Muse



“Wake the fuck UP!”

“Who are you?”

“Your Muse.”

“Oh, I thought You That Delirium Tremens Monster.”

“No. He will be around later. Right now you have me.”

“Okay. Something on your mind?”

“Yes. You need to get up and write.”

“I am sleepy.”

“Time enough to sleep when you’re dead.”

“Really? We gonna go there?”

“Get your ass up; plant your ass on that chair. Hit the keyboard. Write!”

“Don’t wanna.”

“’Want’ has nothing, and everything to do with this.”


To Be Continued….

Part two here

Bit Of A Moldy Oldie (But Whimsical & Fun & Expanded Upon) “Green Onions”–Y’all Will Havta Scroll Down For The ‘Onions’ Sorry Kids; I Am Too Lazy To Re-Arrange

Booker T & The MG’s


And Just To Add A Little “Diversity:


John Anderson – Chicken Truck, Chicken Truck

Behind It I’m Stuck

(And More)

John Anderson live at Gilley’s TX July 4, 1982

I Dun Been ‘Round The Whurl


But I Am Still ‘Country’

And I Still Know Who I Am

Cred For Vid Share: Bill Baker


I Got Roots

And I Got Wings

RAM Trucks and Miranda Lambert Partnership:


Since no one on my ‘Farce-Book’ Page seems to appreciate this,

Thought I’d Post it for


The only ones I truly give a shit about.

Orig FaceF*ck Post:

Magical, very sexy video

Almost soft porn

Enjoy Boys

(You’re Welcome)

OK. I think I am done ‘Shitposting,’ for today.

Maybe, but unlikely.


Ed. Note: I killed and wiped my Facebook account months ago.

I ain’t General MacArthur.

“I shall NOT Return.”


This never gets old

Yeah; I’m in my second adolescence.

“Once a man and twice a child.”

Go Fuckken Wild!

Video credit: RetroTVCentral”

Julie and Julia. And Yes! This Post is All-Fukked-Up! I May Try To Fix It Later, But Don’t Hold Yer Breath. See Ya Laters Alligators!

This is one of the most charming movies from ‘semi recent’ times.

It works on all levels. It is a delight to watch.

P.S. I love Amy Adams. Surprised? You shouldn’t be.

(Meryl Streep ain’t no slouch neither)

And of course, this movie is all about ‘writing’ which hits so close to home for me, your humble servant.

“I can write a blog. I have thoughts.”–Julie

Added Value:


The Real Julie Powell

Julie Powell



  • APR 2, 2014

American author Julie Powell is best known for her blog, “The Julie/Julia Project,” and the Nora Ephron movie ‘Julie & Julia,’ which is based in part on Powell’s experience.

Who Is Julie Powell?

Writer Julie Powell received national attention for her blog, “The Julie/Julia Project,” which she subsequently adapted for a memoir. Nora Ephron wrote and directed a 2009 culinary comedy-drama, Julie & Julia, based on Powell’s work and the life of Julia Child in 1950s Paris. 

Early Life

Powell was born in Austin, Texas on April 20, 1973. She attended Amherst College in Amherst, Massachusetts, graduating in 1995 with a Bachelor of Arts degree in theater and dance/fiction writing. She later married Eric Powell, an editor at Archaeology magazine, and the couple settled in New York City.

“The Julie & Julia Project” Blog

Powell began her famous blog, “The Julie/Julia Project,” in 2002, at age 29. At that time, Powell was working an unfulfilling job at the Lower Manhattan Development Corporation, fielding phone calls relating to the aftermath of the September 11, 2001, terrorist attacks at New York City’s World Trade Center. Powell began her blog with the intention of channeling her energy into a more fulfilling venture. The blog chronicled Powell’s attempt to prepare all of the dishes described in Child’s classic cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, in just one year.

Powell frequently invoked Child’s journey to her culinary career, as she personally searched for a more meaningful use of her talents. Despite the popularity of Powell’s blog, Child herself did not embrace Powell, describing her project as a stunt without culinary value.

Of Powell, Child said, “I don’t think she’s a serious cook.”

Powell has said that her experience with the blog led her to embrace her talents as a writer, rather than as a chef.

And despite Child’s opinion on the culinary value of Powell’s work, Powell was recognized with an honorary degree from Le Cordon Bleu, the Parisian culinary school that Child attended.


(Try The Inked In link In, link-in below.)

And of course, She is a Native TEXAN

(Born in Austin)

Which makes her even more magical for me.


Ending song for this wonderfully, brilliantly done movie.

(Everything ‘works’ in this film)

It is Perfection

Vid Cred: Julia Tejero


Bonus Cooking Scene Below

I drop this in

Just for the Grin

And for the Laughter Factor

This never will grow old for me..

“Call me back when you get them things cooked. I got a girlfriend.”

I love this shit.

Don’t watch Cable TV.

Not when you can find shit like this on the Internet.

A Vain Vain Vain Fantasy Insanity Vanity Re-Post–“THIS ONE Too! My Writing, Self-Delusional Façade” Am I A Writer? No. I Don’t Think So. Nice Try Lance Asshole!

I Have Noticed, of Late,

That I Cannot Procreate…

Nor Create

Decent Prose.

*Heavy Sigh*


I Wanna Be A Paperback Writer

So You Wanna Be A Writer?

(Charles Bukowski)

So, You Want To Be A Writer?


Video Credit: Shea et Al

This was originally written for just one person, But in my vain vanity fantasy, I decided to ‘Shit-Post’ it here.

(Because I am Lost at sea… And exhibiting my most hated characteristics: self-pity and self-loathing)

Lost at Sea

These are gonna come off as some really vain, pompous questions, but questions I struggle with every day:

1. Am I ‘Interesting?’

2. Is my writing worth a fuck?

3. Or am I just another schmuck?

4. Who calls Himself a ‘Writer?’

(There are many more I beat myself up over, and if you drill down into my archives, you may be happy/unhappy to discover them, but for the purposes of THIS Post, They are Not Germane.)

Not fishing for validation, compliments, nor smoke blown up my vanity ass—Honesty.

Honesty is all I need. All I desire.

Billy Joel–‘Honesty’

If my writing is only self-serving, then I am a failure (as a writer)

Please be honest—Trust me: I can take it—There is no harsher critic of me, than me.

Sometimes I feel lost at sea—And, as a sailor, this is never a good thing.

I keep watching/listening to Bukowski and asking myself these questions.

Take some time with your respond:

I am way past the point of counting upon ‘Instant Gratification.’

Cheers My Good,

Honest Friends,

–Many-Feet Marcom—Wanna-Be Writer

Poem For “Ethel”–Fake Name–UBH: Interlude

Black Hair

Black Eyes

Bright Smile

Great Thighs

Wily Words From Her Mouth

Gave No Pause

Left No Doubt

Words Delivered With Such Charm

Better Watch Out

You’ll Be Disarmed

Your Walls Came Crashing Down

Your Weapons On The Ground

She Was Standing There

(Laughing At My Folly)

Laughing Everywhere

You May As Well Surrender Right There

Taking Me Aside, She Said

“I’ll Never Be Your Bride.

“But You Knew This All Along.”

She Left Me With A Song

And Made Me Smile Again

Then Left Me With a Fact:

“I Cheats At Blackjack”

(Inside Joke—Will Elaborate On This In A Future Post As We Delve Deeper Into This Odyssey)

“A Broad River Divides My Lovers: As Unchangeable As Nature.”

Best Carly Song Ever NOT Written by Kris Kristofferson. I misspoke.

Here is the one I meant (Written by Kris):