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Madeline stops dead in her tracks when she opens the door. The man in the doorway is tall, strong-built, with wire-rim glasses and a shaved head. He carries a case…
Madeline stops dead in her tracks when she opens the door. The man in the doorway is tall, strong-built, with wire-rim glasses and a shaved head. He carries a case…
I am tired of arguing. I am not interested in hearing opposing points of view. I don’t particularly care about honouring different opinions. This, then, marks the very beginning of…
Allow me to be quite blunt, and please forgive my language. mevanoff, either sober up and dry out or shut up. Do you even realise how sad it is that…
I heard something in passing a few days ago that I didn’t think much of at the time, but the more I thought about it, the more it festered. I…
It’s important to keep learning things. Whether those things are new routines or sub-routines, or new choreography, or reading new books, I don’t think it’s the *what* that matters. I…
I like to learn things about the place I’m in when I’m travelling. I like to learn a little about its history, its culture. I like to mix business with…
When faced with the decision “Do I delete this comment because it’s meaningless”? I always choose not to do so. The only comments I ever delete are ones I don’t…
– Remember: No good comes of Walt Whitman – O Lamy! my Lamy! my lovely pen is gone; The pen has written every word, the letters sought not done; The…
Today, just a single, solitary, lonely link. Why St. Patrick’s Day pisses me off.
for Marie Your name floats, fades. Not actually you just the you I see in bits and bytes Your name, hovering, bifurcated. You are in parts. Crisp sheets, bone white,…
Sometimes, Yours Truly argues just for the sake of arguing. Because Yours Truly is a bit of a dick that way. It’s not about what she *actually* believes in, perhaps,…
Til we have suffrage!
Okay, technically, I suppose I can be the only one thinking this, as many of the times I claim not to be, I am. Suss THAT out for a soliloquy,…
Sometimes, you just have to stop thinking of them as your own flesh and blood and start thinking of them as what they really are – your underage roommates. This…
I have begin my “40 by 40″ challenge. I’ve decided to write (and send by post) 40 letters; one to each of 40 individuals who email me and ask for…
It’s like the Monterey Bay Aquarium people knew I was coming. And that the sight of my intoxicating love globes would send the octopus into paroxysms of madness. Lovecraft had…
I don’t remember exactly when it was he told me how he felt, but after I knew, I couldn’t stop looking at him. I stole glances whenever I could. He…
People always ask me, “what do you believe in?” Actually, they don’t. Not always. Sometimes, people ask me, “what do you believe in?” Or, if they’re persnickety about dangling participles,…
You know, it’s unusual for me to get this upset about something I see on effbook status updates. I mean, there’s a *reason* I don’t do effbook very much anymore,…