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Jesus of the Pierogi. An article on how people turn random information into things that seem like something else — the process is called paredolia. Includes links to examples–the face of Jesus on a pierogi, among other things. Babies, at birth, will respond to faces. They’ll even respond to the picture of a smiley face […]

Odd train of thought. I’m going to share a somewhat nutty train of thought. I was jotting down ideas for stories and letting my mind ramble before doing some editing, and I found myself thinking about Freddie Krueger. Now, I haven’t watched all the movies, and the ones I have watched I don’t recall fully.

Crit. The story I was so nervous about has had four crits. There’s a “thing” in the story, and I didn’t explain what it was or where it came from, because I want people to read into it — to come up with their own explanations, put their own pasts into it. Everyone has called

Test. I’m screwing around with stuff…

Fat Ducks

Nerves. I joined the Online Writing Workshop for SF, F, and Horror a while back, intending to get feedback on my novel, Gods of Gray Hill. As they say, “you get what you ask for.” Most of it has been really good, but I have to brace myself every time I see a message in

Dude. I was reading a book of Tom Waits interviews the other day when I saw that he did the voice of Tommy the Cat on the eponymous song by Primus. Looked it up on the credits. TW’s there, as “voices.” Cooooool. A P.S. of Duh. Tommy the Cat. O-kay. It took a while, but

The Scientist. I had just banished Ray to her room, and “The Scientist” by Coldplay came on. She’d been eating the covers off her books, after everything else she’d been doing for the last hour. A line from the chorus: Nobody said it was easy/but no one ever said it would be so hard. –So

Zen monks shave their heads, don’t they? The new Disturbed album, “Ten Thousand Fists” is out. A quote from “The Gateless Gate,” a very old Zen text: ‘Joshu went to a hermit’s and asked, “What’s up? What’s up?”(=”Have you any Zen?”) The hermit lifted up his fist. Joshu said, “The water is too shallow to

D— it. I finally got to see Kaylee. I brought my camera. I took 0 pictures. This speaks volumes of my ability to focus on anything except the cuteness that is Kaylee’s little head, which still smells like baby head.