I am just a Foolish Fool! Up-Dated–I Cannot Wrap My Moron Mind Around How I Managed To Leave Out Some Of The Most Important Vids!

“She’s Like The Wind”–“Just A Fool to Believe”

“Jennifer Grey, Okay?! I Know She Was a Famed Flaming Bitch to Work With–Precisely Why I Love Her So Marvelous Much!

(And Some Other Superfluous Stuff)”

This is So ‘Eighties’



“She’s Like The Wind”

“Dirty Dancing”

Screen Test:

Like The Wind:

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she’ll stop the pain?
Living without her
I’d go insane
I feel her breath in my face
Her body close to me
Can’t look in her eyes
She’s out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She’s like the wind


She’d Drive Me Insane



Dirty Dancing – “Mambo – Dance Training” (1987)

Cred Fir Share: Stu Pollard


Fool to Believe

The Doobie Brothers – What A Fool Believes

Pay Close Attention to the Lyrics


You Miss The Entire Point of the Exercise


(This below is a Very Gaay Vid, But I Love The SONG)

Jennifer: Honesty

Wonderful Classy Lady:

Just a Fool To Believe

Love Her…. Unconditionally

(And That’s A Stretch For Me)


Time of Your Life

Thank You Beautiful Lady For Enriching Mine


Just to kick this off,

Please watch to this bit to get y’all in the mood:

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Off To The Rodeo!


Sahara Hare Right There! (Below)


Here is a ‘novel’ approach (Well not really for me)

However maybe for Y’all:

This is a ‘work-in-progress’. Most writers polish, polish, polish, then anguish, anguish, anguish, and then… finally… publish. I subscribe to a slightly different philosophy tenet philosophy: “Just throw it out there and fix it later.” Probably not wise, but what the hell?

Anyway. Yup. This is a ‘work in progress’ (process?) and yes, I do have (buried somewhere in the dank, dark, dank, deep, nether depths of my addled mind) a purpose for this post. And yes, I hope to coax  lure hoist it up to the surface and board  beach land it, still flopping about, right here on this page.

Might be entertaining (or not) to watch the process. And in this vain vein, I am going to keep all the edits here, just as an experiment. A way to look into the my writing/editing process. (“Now damnit, I do hope I can come up with a valid subject to go along with this ‘wonderful’ prose.”)

To (obviously) be continued…Please don’t change touch that dial!

(And, as usual: nothing works if you don’t click the video/sound bite below)



Moody Blues?

Dare I say?



“Just What You Want to Be, You’ll Be In The End.”


Boz Scaggs

Just kids havin’ fun

(We are entitled to fun, eh?)

“Who put those idea’s  ideas in your head?”


“The Pursuit of Happiness”

Cred for Vid Share:Redbaron863


(I read that somewhere)

“Come on back down to Earth Son!”

“Boz, I Am Really Tryin'”

P.S. Yes my mind is a terrible thing. And if you have not clicked all the audio, you will lose Karma. Just sayin’…

Here was my mantra during those six months I spent languishing away in Amman Jordan between Iraq gigs:

Vid Street Cred: Jewfro69man


YOU Arbitrary-illy




To Fuck Me?

Without Even a Kiss First?



Serverely Out of Context

And Unrelated

But This is


I Roll



Camila Cabello:

Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)

He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh-huh)
Havana, ooh-na-na (uh)

Long Version:

Self-Critique. I Have Noticed, Of Late, A Pattern, A Rather Disturbing Pattern, Developing In My Brain, –A Disturbing One. “Writing Writing Writing! Raw-Hide!”

When I Re-Post An Old Post, I Always Begin By Saying,

“This Is A ‘Re-Post’”

Christ-On-A Cracker Lance!

Is THIS Necessary?

Survey Says

“NO To The Hell NO!”

I mean if you’ve seen it, you already know.

If you have not seen it.


It is Brand-New to you


I Am Gonna Change My Ways. This is My Promise. Hold Me To It—Call Me Out If I Waiver. I have already fallen off-that other-wagon.

I am bruised, but still not broken

Still Alive and I’ll Survive

Bloggin’ Bloggin’ Bloggin’


Yeah. That’s A Young Clint Eastwood

Good Eye If You Noticed.

If Not, I’ll Think About Forgiving You.


Don’t Try To Understand Him

Just Tie & Rope & Brand Him


Good Luck With That Effort

Catch Y’alls Later From The Bottom Of My Rabbit Hole

(Please Drop Down Some Booze From Time to Time)

Thanking Y’all In Advance

And Please, No ‘Top-Shelf Liquor.

Don’t Waste Your Money.

Mid-Shelf Will Suffice.

Thank You

Some Calculated, Abbreviated, Inebriated, Constipated Thoughts on The Blogging/Writing With No Hyperbole Adventure. Or, In Other Words, Writers Are All Assholes. I Love Them All. Even The Stupid, Semi-Literate Ones. Like Me


Why Does Lance Write? I Mean, No-one ‘Reads’ Me. I Write Becuz It Steers Me Away From Sucicide–it, kinda/sorta steers me clear of suicidal insanity

Cred: The School of Life


I generally spend about ten minutes ‘writing’ a post.

Then three minutes waiting on ‘spell check’ to remind me that I cannot spell ‘cat.’

Then two minutes (except for the upload wait) to upload photos/videos.

One minute at the ‘final’ look.

Then: Click that ‘publish’ button.

Total time expended?

‘Bout 15 minutes.


Rinse and repeat the next day. This bothers me. Why? Because, as all of us (may) feel, we can write so much better.

Alas, I am lazy. I just want to get it out there… Catch the likes; catch the comments. Fuck the quality! “They” know what I mean… Don’t they? I mean, they read me! Not too much need for exposition, ya? ‘They git it, eh?’

Just some musings from an amusing wanna-be writer/blogger. Take with some grain of salt. (And Comment), if you are of a mind to, and have an opinion on the ‘writing/blogging’ process.

Cheers, Lancers

“I have never had an original thought; I don’t live in a vacuum.”

–Lenny Bruce

And I wanna be Your Lenny…   


On ‘Writing’

Right here on TT&H

YEAH! I’d Settle For Just One


From Someone Who Can Actually Read.

A Paper-Back.

At The Very Least

Yes! I Am A Written-Word Whore!

Because I am a Whore

And Not Much Anything More

Hem-Haw! Y’all!

“Woolworth Rhinestone Diamond Earrings

And a Sideways Glance”

Greatest lyric in the History of lyrics

“The way into understanding him is through the relationships with women in his life.”

— Lynn Novick

“I can’t imagine how toxic it must have been to have been around him.”

-Ken  Burns.

“I can easily imagine it.”

Lance Marcom

“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”


“I could only care about people a very few at a time.”


“Wherever he was. Whatever he was doing. Alcohol fueled everything.”

–Ken Burns.

“I have been drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.”



She shot very well this good, this rich bitch, this kindly caretaker and destroyer of his talent. Nonsense. He had destroyed his talent himself. Why should he blame this woman because she kept him well? He had destroyed his talent by not using it, by betrayals of himself and what he believed in, by drinking so much that he blunted the edge of his perceptions, by laziness, by sloth, and by snobbery, by pride and by prejudice, by hook and by crook.

What was this? A catalogue of old books? What was his talent anyway? It was a talent all right but instead of using it, he had traded on it. It was never what he had done, but always what he could do. And he had chosen to make his living with something else instead of a pen or a pencil.

It was strange, too, wasn’t it, that when he fell in love with another woman, that woman should always have more money than the last one? But when he no longer was in love, when he was only lying, as to this woman, now, who had the most money of all, who had all the money there was, who had had a husband and children, who had taken lovers and been dissatisfied with them, and who loved him dearly as a writer, as a man, as a companion and as a proud possession; it was strange that when he did not love her at all and was lying, that he should be able to give her more for her money than when he had really loved.

–“The Snows of Kilimanjaro”


It was now about three o‟clock in the morning and Francis Macomber,
who had been asleep a little while after he had stopped thinking about
the lion, wakened and then slept again, woke suddenly, frightened in a
dream of the bloody-headed lion standing over him, and listening while
his heart pounded, he realized that his wife was not in the other cot in
the tent. He lay awake with the knowledge of two hours.

At the end of that time his wife came into the tent, lifted her mosquito
bar and crawled cozily into bed.

“Where have you been?” Macomber asked in the darkness.
“Hello,” she said. “Are you awake?”
“Where have you been?”
“I just went out to get a breath of air.”
“You did, like hell.”
“What do you want me to say, darling?”
“Where have you been?”
“Out to get a breath of air.”
“That‟s a new name for it. You are a bitch.”
“Well, you‟re coward.”
“All right,” he said. “What of it?”

–“The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber


“I would rather have one honest enemy than most of the friends I have known.”


Watch this Below!

Dammit! Just Fuckin’ Do it!

Was Ernest Hemingway a Misogynist? 


He Wern’t

Fuckin’ Sneeze Louise

I am an Idiot/Accident

Goin’ Somewhere to Happen

But I’ve Got Three More Bottles of Whine

So Screw You!

I Love Emmy-Lou


This is the BEST Vid in the History of Vid

WP Will Not Allow Me To Post What I Wanna Post



Fuk ’em!


Their Horse They Rod(e) In On!