Bluebroad (Snippet) Attachments can be so difficult to sever — unless one has, ah ha, a knife sharp enough to cut to the point. A heart-shaped scalpel. A straight razor to the affections. Ah ha. Brian had gone all to pieces when I’d confronted him about his behavior. No more cheating, no more lies, no […]

Other, scarier types of fools, a Rumor. Got this today from a chica at work: hello my favorite people. take this for what you will. a friend of a friend of mine was in a minimart up in washington during the weekend and was standing in line behind a man of middle eastern origin. he

Fools, a ramble. Fools! As I grew up, I often only realized that my illusions had been shattered (melted? eroded? robbed blind?) by noticing that other people still have the same illusions. Pop music is good…Alternative music is good…franchise sequels are good…fast food is good…fashion is important…makeup will make you more attractive…pretending to be cool

Hm… So far, there have been two door-to-door kids selling things. No Mormons. Those cowards! Come to our door and get politely turned away just like everyone else! Speaking of cowards, using school-age kids as fundraisers is inhumane. Ends, means. Means, ends. What a beautiful friendship.

Our cat has moved in. He sniffs, he circles, I just know he’s going to be pooping somewhere. He was a good kitty on the ride over, a bit freaked out, but there you go.

Closure. Damn it. I can’t find that study about the different ways men and women deal with breakups. If you happen to know, pass it on, eh? The results, as I remember them, were that men rate breakups differently depending on who they did the leaving, and women found both kinds of breakups equally painful.

Note: The thing about the priests doesn’t have to be real.

On the subject of snippits. I’m going to try to write more snippets again and stop worrying about the limitations I have when submitting them. Screw it. I was having too much fun with them to sell my soul over it. Unfortunately, I’ve been sitting here for the last half-hour with a dozen ideas in

Recent Events. We’re moving. Doyce was in town, and graciously helped us move books. Booooks. Booooooks. The shelves we have are already full, and God help me, I think there’s a used book store across the street. The house is big, an interesting backyard (terraced, begging for sod but going to get something more…interesting), needs

Doyce. Doyce posts at his website today that it’s time to start submitting his writing. All sorts of cliches apply. Putting your money where your mouth is. Separating the men from the boys. That thing about the eagles and the turkeys. Bake at 375 degrees fahrenheit for 10-12 minutes, or until golden brown. Here’s to