Archive for October, 2009
Seems time to tell a ghost story. Or, several tiny ghost stories, all connected to the home in which I lived. New Friend Julie started it over at her blog, so it seems good to continue the notion here, culminating in this Most Spookiest of Days, Halloween. My house growing up was haunted. It might’ve [...]
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In case you missed it, I am a big Bree Sharp fan. Also in case you missed it, I am a big fan of her new “band,” Beautiful Small Machines. They have a song out, now, with accompaniment by Duran Duran’s Simon LeBon. I listen to this song, and I think…. Promethean: The Created. I [...]
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All right, everybody. It’s time to just calm down. Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. Or is it, in through your mouth, and out through your nose? Does it matter? No. In fact, a lot of things don’t matter that much. Some things are, quite frankly, overrated. Want a list? Done. Ten [...]
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Yeah, I know, I did a Painting With Shotguns earlier this week. But that was a special edition. It’s like a DVD extra. You should be paying me for this, let’s be frank. Since you’re not, that means I can do whatever I want and say whatever I want. I can clang pots together. I [...]
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One simply cannot have enough opportunities to use the word “slugabed.” Anyway. Theory: Writer’s Block is bullshit. Go ahead. Pickle in that for a few minutes. Let the brine seep into all your holes. All of ‘em. Now, as I suggested yesterday, writer’s block as a phenomenon is bullshit — but that doesn’t mean we [...]
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