Do you welcome comments?

Sure I do.

How did you come up with the name Too Many Mornings?

Genius with tire.

It was a struggle, and I considered many names before settling on Too Many Mornings.

My first choice was hoarse.com, as in “I talk so much I’ve gone hoarse,” or, “I yelled at the refs so loudly during my son’s hockey game I went hoarse.” Unfortunately, the name was taken. Later, I was enamored with skreedo.com, which is a word made up by combining screech, scream and credo. But it seemed a little too hip, and perhaps hard to remember. Finally, in a desperate move to stop my whining, my wife, Kerry, turned to her big book of Bob Dylan lyrics for inspiration. She threw out the title of one of the songs from his second album, “One Too Many Mornings,” and I shortened it to Too Many Mornings in the interest of brevity.

Genius with hat.

After letting the name roll around in my head for a few days, I decided I liked its enigmatic quality. It also seems to describe me in several ways: I’m not a morning person, for example, and most days I feel like there are too many mornings to contend with. Also, Dylan’s a genius, so I figured I couldn’t go wrong there.

Did you start this site as a way to express yourself or to make money with your writing?

Yes.

Why do you use foul language?

There is only one word that I consider foul, and you’ll never read it here. I’m not even sure what “foul” means. Here are a handful of words that recently seem foul to me: subprime loan, waterboarding, bailout and shooting death. By comparison, words like shit and fuck seem fairly tame, even lighthearted. For all other forms of communication in this blog that you find objectionable, I blame my parents. Damn them!

What is the one word we’ll never read here?

(Silent, slightly hostile stare.)