Archive for November, 2009
Let’s just get right into it, shall we? Lock and load, faithful Terribleminds readers. It’s time to unload a bucket of double-barrel watercolor in your general direction. Some of you may remember that I was on the Great American Agent Hunt, ’09. Well, no longer! I am now a represented man! Huzzah, hoo-rah, and all [...]
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What up, Word Nerds? I know what you’re thinking. I know, because I’m a psychic parasite that lives in your mind. I’m not even real. But that’s beside the point and is a blog post for another day. What you’re thinking is, “Chuck, oh ye sublime master of all things wordly, your post yesterday on [...]
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Alton Brown, culinary scientist of the Food Network, is renowned for deriding unitaskers in the kitchen — “unitaskers” being those tools that are so precious that they can only perform a single function (apple-corer, garlic press, my penis, etc.). Further, a Twitter conversation the other day opened up questions about how to handle descriptive language [...]
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If you are squicky about animal death, skip this post. Go here, instead, and be embraced by the warm Snuggie-like embrace of my love of profanity. Let us rewind to Friday. My wife hit a deer. With her vehicle; I don’t mean to suggest she ran up and punched one. In fact, it would be [...]
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Let it be said: We must all be thankful that McCammon is back in the game. Mister Slaughter proves that nicely. Though, “nicely” is perhaps the wrong word for a book soaked in brutality and blood. But we’ll get to that. If you’re not familiar, Robert McCammon left the writing world for a while, but [...]
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