This one, originally published last fall here: Mythic Monday: Brownie seems apropos for the unpacking extravaganza. I don't have Lucky Charms in the house in Minnesota right now, but I DO have Honey Nut Cheerios, milk, and M&Ms...Help Wanted: small brownish creature willing to help clean my house, ride the dogs around in the middle of the night,… Continue reading Mythic Monday is both late and a repeat…because I’m buried in boxes.
If Those Who Forget History are Doomed to Repeat It, What Happens to Those Who Destroy It?
This is not a funny post. I'm so goddamned angry* and sad, and so helpless to do anything it becomes a terrible, self-sustaining circle if I'm not careful. I recognize there is truly nothing I can do about this, and so I'm venting here because...well, because it's a place I can vent I suppose. CNN is… Continue reading If Those Who Forget History are Doomed to Repeat It, What Happens to Those Who Destroy It?
Perhaps I Require Priority Adjustment
Someone found my blog by searching for the following:im the creeper your the peeperI have bones. Let the picking begin.1) There's a goddamn apostrophe in "I'm"2) When did we stop capitalizing??3) Sigh. Punctuation. I just...yeah. Punctuation.4) Seriously, there's a meme on social media at least twice a day pointing out correct usage of your/you're.5) ewwwwww.… Continue reading Perhaps I Require Priority Adjustment
Intolerable Intolerance and My Unfollow
This is an overly-long post that is decidedly unfunny. I needed a venting space (within the rules of this blog) to "think-out-loud" a few things. I get it if you'd rather not get bogged by serious shit: feel free to come back tomorrow when I'm back to normal smartass fun.Tonight, I left behind a person… Continue reading Intolerable Intolerance and My Unfollow
I Killed Shelob. Sort of.
I get pretty bored with the regular target-targets at the range. Apparently I'm not the only person who feels that way (and watches too many SyFy monster movies), because at Gander Mountain I found THESE: Yes, I DID make it extra-large so you can see ALL THE HORROR. Is that her BRAIN bubbling out of the… Continue reading I Killed Shelob. Sort of.
Who Needs April Fools When There’s Texas?
As ridiculous as this post seems, it's all 100% true. Seriously, I can't make this shit up.Across from one of our favorite neighborhood restaurants is one of the many lingerie/toy shops in the neighborhood. No, we don't live in a red-light district: Houston firmly supports the idea of families...which seems to include the making of… Continue reading Who Needs April Fools When There’s Texas?
No More Jameson For You, Wampa
I found this in my office today:Drunk Wampa is drunk. Or sad. I suspect someone's been hitting the whiskey bottle on top of the fridge.It occurs to me that the monster is now out of the closet. The physical closet, I mean...I don't claim to have any knowledge on Wampa's preferences, nor do I think it's… Continue reading No More Jameson For You, Wampa
Things I’ll Miss in Texas
I'm having a fairly craptastic week, writing-wise. And so, while I'm not quite up for a real blog post, I did want to write something not totally pathetic. And therefore: shit I'll miss about Texas.1) Ocean (or in this case, the Gulf). As always, leaving the sea creates an ache of sorts, a missing that… Continue reading Things I’ll Miss in Texas
Mythic Monday: Kobolds (related: what the hell is wrong with Google users?)
I've been remiss on my mythology lately, and I have no legitimate excuse. Things have been a little... upheavalous*...for me lately, and blogging sort of fell out of the back of a bouncing wagon of SHIT I HAVE TO DO. Oops. *No, of course "upheavalous" isn't a word, but the sentiment fits. In honor of tonight's Kobold… Continue reading Mythic Monday: Kobolds (related: what the hell is wrong with Google users?)
I Dub Thee "Herman the Moulien"* (pronunciation updated)
So I have a (perhaps foolish) goal to submit at least two pieces of writing every month for publication this year. Yeah, yeah, I know...but it's not a sparkler-and-champagne induced resolution thing like losing weight or some other random general "goal." I'd like to say I have a really specific goal, such as writing 1k words… Continue reading I Dub Thee "Herman the Moulien"* (pronunciation updated)
No Pithy Phrase 