Casey's Just Sayin'

A sunny day at Lake Britton Lately these blog posts have been appearing on my iPad. At first I was understandably confused. I am, after all, the only one who uses Padrick (my name for my iPad.) It's my baby, my constant companion and my writing machine. And it has a password. But, as I was saying, blog posts just started showing up. Check this out: "January 1st, 2011 - So, I missed another blasted year. I don't mean to complain, but if this is a joke, I just don't get it. I think I've been more than patient, but thirty-eight years is pushing even ME to my brink. I think I'll give it one more and then call it quits. CC" "January 19th, 2011 - I tried that light flickering trick again, but no one even noticed this time. Well, that's not true I have to say. The youngest one, the little sweetie boy, looked up at the light. I think he might have had a feeling too. He smiled a little just at the corner of his mouth. I like to believe he felt me, anyway. ...

This is an anything-can-happen kind of picture, don't you think? Driving down the mountain today, through a cold, light, misty rain, it occurred to me that it would be difficult to take someone snipe hunting these days. When I was a teen, living in a very small town in Northern California, snipe hunting was a rite of passage boys inflicted upon one another. I'm sure it varies from town to town and region to region. But for us, the snipe was a small bird that lived on Burney Mountain. One leg was shorter than the other, so the snipe was only able to travel around the mountain in one direction. Burney Mountain was visible nearly every day of my childhood. Which is why it could be caught. The legend went something like this: If you go into the woods in the middle of the night and face west on the north side of the mountain (or something like that) you can lure the snipe into a bag with a flashlight, helped along by calling the bird's name over and over again. Of course the pla...

Please click the photo to meet the photographer! Midnight sliver moon milky sky And suddenly we wonder why Morning solid stolid mountain Painted deep by sunlight fountain Twilight heady bruised purple air Chilled and filled, awakened and bare The growing tree the endless field In this alone all is revealed Thanks for reading, off to write! Cheers, Casey

I played a lot of video games in the 80's. Well, I play a lot of video games now, I suppose. But back then there were really only two outlets for my obsession. They were pizza parlors and the Atari 2600. I spent literally thousands of dollars in rooms just like this, including several years' worth of lunch money My friend Rob had an Atari 2600, so I sort of lived there. When we weren't playing Dungeons and Dragons, we were building calluses and creating blisters on poorly made joysticks. see how the joystick is a little hexagon? that hurts after six hours Anyway, I've been aching for some retro good times on my iPad. This past week, I got my wish in spades. Atari has finally jumped in to iPad euphoria with both feet with a single App that offers 99 original retro games. The right foot holds perfect video recreations of the video arcade originals: this is a screen shot of Tempest from my iPad here we have Lunar Lander and Missile Command, just to name a few The left foot...

this is where the magic happens Before I became a dude at a bank, I had a previous life, a completely different life. I was an air talent... um, a DJ. Over twelve years I chomped on several different stations, spoke over several different music genres and hit every time slot. Redding's Rock 106X I had the honor of starting the first rock station in our community. By starting, I literally turned down the volume of the Adult Contemporary station that was currently on that frequency and started Led Zeppelin's Rock and Roll. I still get goosebumps when I think of that moment. mas tequila, Sammy, mas tequila I met a lot of musicians and other semi-celebs... Sammy Hagar, Van Halen (without Sammy), Weird Al, Megadeth, the guy who played Jaws in the James Bond flicks, the woman who played the captain's daughter in Love Boat... odd I know, but you take 'em where you can get 'em. I worked with some of the most interesting people on the planet. Seriously. Radio is filled with ...

writerhead.com So, one of my favorite bloggers, Kristin Bair O'Keeffe recently redid her blog design, name and direction. It's now writerhead.com . That name has a wonderful story behind it and I highly recommend you check it out if only to read about how the name was born. Like me, I think, she decided to narrow her focus and create a blog that mirrors her passion for the written word, at the same time displaying her personality and writing style. She also got herself the domain name writerhead.com. Admittedly I don't know what that entails. I guess you must pay some monthly fee to host your site somewhere and you have to register the name. But hats off to her for obtaining a simple, yet unique name that's easy to remember and even fun to say. Writer Head! My obvious next step was to think about what it would take to register and host writteninblood.com. I typed the address into safari and this is what I found: I know that's blurry. It says I can have the domain ...