Car, It’s not cute anymore. It never was, really, but it made for somewhat interesting conversation. “Yeah, it won’t start sometimes. You have to wait ten minutes while the security light blinks and then try again when it goes off. And then if it doesn’t start, wait ten more minutes. Repeat until the fucker gets going.” Somewhat interesting. Sort of like saying, “Yeah, in February the gas tank gets infested with ladybugs,” or, “When I…
You people are fabulous. Thanks to all of you who left comments and encouragement about Gonzo’s passing. I think it’s amazing that people I’ve met (or not, in many cases) over the internets can be tons more supportive than people in real life (as evidenced by my previous post). Another testament to the power of the internet to bind people and create communities.
File this away in your etiquette folder, folks: If you happen to come upon a conversation in progress about someone having to very reluctantly and very sadly put her ferret to sleep over the weekend, do not take it as an opportunity to crinkle up your nose and say, “Aw, that’s sad, but I hate ferrets! They’re gross and they smell bad. Ew, weasels! *shudder* My son had ferrets and they smelled like pee all…
Click to read. I found this index card on my preferred elliptical machine at the gym today, and I read it, thinking it sounded like some overwrought poetry by a heartbroken post-teen. Then I decided to take it with me and maybe send it in to Found, because they do love randomly abandoned index-card poetry (as do I). But I did some sleuthy Googling and realized that it’s not really a poem; it’s lyrics from…
Gonzo came into my life five and a half years ago, hidden in Phil’s coat. We had been to the pet store and had gushed over the ferrets there, contemplating finding a companion for Felix, who we’d had for a couple of weeks. One of those little fuzzies at the store — so pretty with a white head and a beautiful darker pattern on his mid-section and most of his tail — had particularly got…
And I know you’re out there. • How do you decide what POV to use? First-person is so hip and visceral, but third person gives you all sorts of possibilities with that nifty omniscience thing… • How do you pick a tense and then stick with it? Why is it that I am constantly morphing into present continuous? • How can I make dialogue seem less manufactured and more fluid? • How can I convey…
Gonzo’s not eating. We haven’t seen him take a bite of real food in days. He’s losing weight, and fast. His ribs and spine are quite visible. Where he once had a big, round belly, there is now barely anything. It makes me angry to think about what’s going on inside there. We’ve bought him soft ferret food and duck soup, but the only thing he seems to be interested in are the little Bandit…
Making art can feel like trying to get off an island. You use found objects and you piece them together to see what fits and what can float and what might take you out there in the water, above the stuff that wants to eat you alive, to a place where you can connect with other people — a place where if you yell, someone will hear you. I’ve spent the evening trying to put…
Today within the span of an hour I got spambombed in the comments. Something like fourteen times, pretty much by two websites. One of them for flooring! They are so missing their target market. Anyway, I’ve enabled comment moderation for the time being. I’ve had the word recognition function on for several months now, and I thought that was supposed to solve comment-spam ills, but I guess the spambots are evolving too.
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