Ahhhh, election night. I’ve been home roughly an hour now and I’m a glass in and I just want to listen to Sleigh Bells because it’s simple and dirty and distorted and I kind of just want to bob my head along to a beat right now. I have to keep the volume at a reasonable level, I suppose, because I am no longer the only person in my house. I kind of love that.…
Y’all. I read Aunt B‘s book. I loved it. Like, really, really loved it. I couldn’t read it in one sitting, however. Because it kept creeping me the fuck out. I figure that is the hallmark of a successful book of ghost stories. I can’t remember the last time I read something that was both very beautifully (and funnily, at times) written that was also quite unsettling and made me see things in shadows and…
More news designs to share! This small but fun package ran this past Sunday in Viewpoint. The story –which is a great read and might make you tear up a little or, ahem, a lot — is here.
… you can go damn near anywhere you please as long as you strut as hard as this fellow is strutting. (Cue “Strut That Ass” remix.)
This time with sweet election results coding action. Which is sweet in the way that a hernia is pleasurable.
It’s 2:35 am. I am still at the office. The power went out shortly after 10 and we’ve just been sitting here, waiting for it to come back so we can put out the paper. MLGW has told us they have no clue what the issue is, but that substation 21 has been affected, and that means us plus The Med and Le Bonheur. Our office phones are down and our emergency lights are running…
The Daily What picked up a CA photo off some image dump post. The photo is by Mike Brown, if I’m not mistaken. (I’ll correct this when I get to the office if it’s wrong.)
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