There is a spider just outside the front window. She is suspended on a single thread, bisecting it between the points where it is attached to the pane. She’s halfway between her origin and her destination, dangling and swaying back and forth in the breeze. She’s dead. Kicked ye olde bucket while making a go at another web: her first, seventh, dozenth, hundreth — who really even knows but her. There is just the one…
What I am currently dancing to in my kitchen. THROWBACK!
I’m pretty sure last night at work was one of those nights that I will eventually come to look at as instrumental in lighting that under-ass fire that finally got me to jump the tracks and hop on the Underwater Basket Weaving Career express.
Apparently if nature throws us a mild-and-rainy summer bone, it means an uptick in the spider population. Which means the outside of our house is constantly draped in spider webs, and I am forever running into them and freaking the hell out. The other night I got a ride home from work and was be-bopping my way toward the front door up the walkway — which I hardly ever do because usually I come in…
Someone(s) in Memphis have a new site and I just found out about it a few minutes ago but I’ve already decided it’s the best thing ever and I even submitted a story (!!!). It’s called I Showered for Nothing and it’s transcendent. If I don’t already know who’s behind it, I definitely want to meet who’s behind it.
From Charles Apple: I’m beginning to think it’s irresponsible for the newspaper industry to rely so heavily on Facebook.
Like this screed about the “fringe” element of our society known as intactivists and how they have taken over the internet to the degree that you can’t find good pro-circ science online anymore without doing some digging. Are you kidding me? Lumping people who don’t see a need for compulsory infant circumcision in with people who are anti-vax? Dude. Just … no. And this: To intactivists, mutilation is mutilation; what does it matter if it’s…
I’m going to start dream blogging again. Here’s a delicious nugget from a dream I had in 2008 that I had completely forgotten about: A very portly gentleman is telling me something about America and colonial political theory. He says, “Benjamin Franklin felt that everyone should be able to fly whatever kite they wanted, but that no one should be able to see your key.” He leans back and begins unbuckling his belt, and I…
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