Today is Stephen King’s birthday, and I didn’t even send him a birthday card. Or a still-beating heart, which is what he really wanted, and never gets.
Goldilocks and the Three Weird Bears
I am reminded of when my mother read me “Goldilocks and the Three Weird Bears.” One was not weird enough and was boring. The second bear was too weird and thus, incomprehensible. The third bear got weirdness JUST RIGHT. What, you mean your mother never read you that one?
the art of being weird enough (+ the success secret of the “rule of thirds”) – Justine Musk
The peril of a vegetarian diet
Perdue is advertising that they feed their chickens an all-vegetarian diet. Admit to being a vegetarian around them at your own risk.
I love the letter Z.
I love the letter Z. Without it, eppelins would sail the skies, while ebras would roam the savannas. And who would ever attend Umba classes?
Youthful exuberance
I used to chalk things up to youthful exuberance, but then I ran out of chalk.
The march of time
Over time, today’s horror becomes tomorrow’s tragedy becomes next week’s sorrow becomes next year’s sad memory becomes just another date in history.
Stray thunderstorms
Today’s forecast warns of the possibility of a stray thunderstorm tonight. If one follows you home, do NOT ask Mom if you can keep it. They are impractical pets.
Nascent
Picture this. It’s a warm calm clear August night. The insects are trilling in the quiet, the moon is waxing gibbous, and I’m out under the stars with the dogs. Out of nowhere, the thought comes to me: you haven’t used the word ‘nascent’ recently. Then I pull a piece of paper out of my pocket and write this all down.
Chili cheese dog
My most recent short fiction.
Me: Mmm! Chili cheese dog! (turns for napkin) Hey! It’s gone!
Dog: (innocent look)
Feed me!
I am going to write a new version of “Little Shop of Horrors” where the things crying “Feed me!” are the little electronic devices awaiting recharging.