Browsing All posts tagged under »psychology«

Fold ‘Em, Let ‘Em, Hit Me, Raise It, Baby, Stay With Me.

August 29, 2014 by


My favourite thing to do with this song is misinterpret the lyrics and focus on the wrong parts. It’s also fun to dance to. Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun And baby when it’s love if its not rough it isn’t fun.  

Hard to Argue

August 4, 2014 by



Some People Living For Pleasure, Some Thriving On Pain

July 11, 2014 by


I wasn’t really expecting it but somehow a bunch of songs that at least walk the borderline of Country ended up in this playlist. I guess if you think about it, it makes sense. They’re all songs about making bad decisions and gambling with the universe. In any case, I have been freakishly fond of this […]

The Cutest ‘Raar’ That Ever There Was

July 8, 2014 by



This is Not My Beautiful House. This is Not My Beautiful Wife.

January 8, 2014 by


Do you ever get that feeling where you’re standing around in your own house and you suddenly think, “I live here” and that seems totally weird to you? Or you’re sitting with your feet up and you look down the stretch of your legs and go, “Wow, my legs are really long.” Or your parents […]

I Do Like to Set Things On Fire

June 13, 2013 by


I have around a quarter of the book left to edit at this point and my sidebar is full of these weird sarcastic notes to self. Last week when I was sick I wasn’t really focusing clearly enough to want to mess with the text so I just flipped through it and made comments. That’s […]

Existential Anguish: What Really Killed the Dinosaurs

June 4, 2013 by



The House Always Wins. Especially if the House is in Alaska?

March 14, 2013 by


So I have this card game on my phone. It’s called Alaska. It’s not overly complicated but I’ve become strangely fascinated with it. It’s not really the game itself, so much as this particular iteration of it. Most electronic card games seem to be a little skewed. They like to make you feel like you’ve […]

Why Writers Belong Behind Bars*

December 19, 2012 by


I read an article the other day** that suggested that incarceration was good for writers. They cited a long list of examples of people who’d been locked up and then buckled down and produced some of their best work. Prison offered them the quintessential distraction free zone. Somehow I doubt that is still the case. […]

What She Was Wearing

November 28, 2012 by


this is my suicide dress she told him I only wear it on days when I’m afraid I might kill myself if I don’t wear it you’ve been wearing it every day since we met he said and these are my arson gloves so you don’t set fire to something? he asked exactly and this […]