The Friday Nite Game. Whew. I’m not the hostess type, but this was a lot of fun. We had absolutely 0 annoying guests, 0 blowouts, 0 injuries (not even the cat). I didn’t get to play 100% of the time, but when I got to, I had fun. Characters: The Tinfoil Avenger/Black Iron — Phillip […]
June 2002
Conflict. Hm. I shouldn’t be writing about this: that’s my instinctual response. There are some secrets too deep to be told. As a writer, I mean. Because they’re almost like…cheating. The deep secret of the day is conflict. I don’t know how many people are actually reading the Mrs. Kurtz fits, snorts, and sniggers, and
Mrs. Kurtz, On Hold, snort the ninth. The Bethany Gobbledy-dook voice said “Hold please,” and the phone clicked. Once again, the hold button had been missed entirely. “You —–,” the Bethany voice hissed. (Mrs. Kutz held her breath. If only she could hear better!) “What did I tell you?” “The customer is always…right?” Scott’s voice
Zoo Stories, by Alward Edbee. Saturday morning I took Ray to the zoo. When you’re a zoo member, you can go an hour early. In the cool. Before the lassitude settles over everything like a plague of flies. Before the class trips come out. The bad news about early morning zoot trips. The little bunnies