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Bear Balancing, Flags and Fake Fireworks

September 27, 2011 by


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


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


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


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


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


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


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 […]