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Bear Balancing, Flags and Fake Fireworks

September 27, 2011 by

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So far Operation: Graduate Arkem is going well. For one thing, he graduated. For another, we haven’t accidentally killed him yet. So I think that’s congratulations all round. Caris and I helped him achieve said lofty goal and refrained from tripping him in the crowd or pushing him under vehicles. We took pictures (including his […]

Things to Do to Prepare for a House Guest

September 26, 2011 by

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Buy Cherries. Remember they’re coming.* Manipulate them into a situation where they are obliged to let you take funny pictures of them. More cherries (the glacé ones not the real ones). Alcohol. Me: Wuffie liked my idea. Paul S: What was your idea? Me: Jared wants us to watch Ponies. I think the rest of […]

Dreaming the Melodrama of the Teen Experience

September 23, 2011 by

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I am trashed out of my skull. No, not with the alcohol. I am not drunk. Why do people keep asking me that? I am just… not on speaking terms with the sandman right now. I tried staying in bed thinking, Sleep now. Sleep is good. Sleep is my friend. We should all be friends […]

Draconian Vendettas and Cake

September 22, 2011 by

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Me: My brain hates me today. It is a block of wood on top of my neck mocking me about my inability to form sentences. Wuffie: *head pets*. That’s no good on the block headiness! Or should that be headedness? Me: I don’t even know anymore. On the up side, if you don’t sleep at […]

Wednesday Poetry: Six

September 22, 2011 by

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I crack my toes in the morning —languidly— and I think of you, as if beside me. That’s how the phrase turns. The nitrogen burst, like that of an upward-open eye. Pop! Could we laugh at that? And I know. I wish. To laugh in bed with you. It’s only one morning were I wake —and […]

Do Not Anthropomorphise the Books

September 21, 2011 by

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Paul S: …and he really liked it. Me: Well, yeah, they’re like hilarious crack cocaine. So you told him you were a dealer, right? That maybe you could work something out? Paul S: I’ve got a couple in my bag. Me: Just to get him started. Paul S: Exactly. I have a problem with books. […]

Bibliotek Special! Chapter Five.Three

September 20, 2011 by

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They were all browsing while they talked and Graham had edged away to the back of the store by himself. In his hands he had a browned, but clean-edged bound. He turned it in his hands, it was odd, but he felt no thrill in that. Bringing it to his nose… there was nothing, the […]