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Repo man
For a debut novel this is more than a little impressive. Characters are vividly drawn, multi-layered, and in one or two cases, compelling. Hogan joins with the new wave of fantasy authors in his ...
Things we Set on Fire
A brief update; None of ya'll recommended things we set on Fire. Most of y'all knew that. I'm recommending it. Amazon gave it to me to promote a newsletter about book deals. It's really good.
Ring them bells ye heathens
Twenty thirteen went out the way it came in, like a pissant, a steamy little pissant. I realize the analogy is inaccurate, I’m not even sure what a pissant is, but, I assume, some annoyance that’...
Um ...
I had a bunch of things I was going to write. I wrote a letter by hand and candlelight. Ouch, I've lost my writers hump and my cramped oblate letters have gotten crampier and oblatier. Power is b...
Still out
Passing the eight day mark without power, might hit the single digits tonight. It's not even helpful to miss my Oregon this much. The Thai lady has been the First Lady to pronounce Oregon corre...
Quick
Talk to text. I take turns charging things in the mighty adequate jeep. I charge the Kindle. I've been reading things we set on fire. did one of y'all recommend it to me? It's haunting to read w...
Moderation up the ying yang
All right. I might be a tad compulsive. Even when I do shit in moderation I do a shit load of moderation. I collect things, I collect ideas, I collect personalities. I’m also a bit of a pack rat ...
Relentless and savage
When I shut myself down last night I also shut down the computer with the words below the quad ghost lines on the precipice of being recalled to life. I’ve had the corpse stuffed and mounted for ...
I had meant to write something here earlier. I was distracting by some bright shiny object or the other. I remember wanting to revisit a line I had used somewhere once “Who died and made you?” It...
trot trot trot like the beagle do
Ok, Saturday morning, stingy snow in the air, crunchy snow on the ground, I mean like a lindor truffle, hard on top creamy in the middle. In the infancy of anthropology, which began sort of as a ...
The eye of the beholder
So I went to the optometrist yesterday, I want to say he was awfully cavalier about the safety and welfare of motorists and pedestrian on the streets, sidewalks and buildings of the greater Lansi...
Kvetching and derailing the train of thought
Last day in a long run of grand-whelp/beagle sitting. Good thing too as I am running out of beagle tongue twisters and songs I can substitute beagle for a proper noun (e.g. 1) Running down the ro...
Beholding bad beta beagles with bated breath
Off a’grandwhelping in the close future. Grandwhelping and blessed bad beta beagles with bated breath babysitting; beagles are in the eye of the beholder, licking. A friend of mine is going to he...
The Douche and how to swing it
The Box seems to lock out my lurking family members, at least some books do. On OD the only family member that ever joined was my brother and I rarely have ever talked shit about him or, and more...
Look them straight in the eye and say Pogue Mahone
Look them straight in the eye and say Pogue Mahone. The story, as told by Elvis Costello (the likes of whom, I believe, is still among the living, but, has never been spotted in a Burger King in...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZKD8aQy71A I usually think of this song on the first of December. Careful what you listen to; here in my dotage my memory has room only for song lyrics and the di...
Shirley you have something better to do
It’s some hour of the afternoon that I’m sure I could work up a small blush regarding waking from what I’m sure was a fine nap. Two sures in one sentence, that’s confidence for ya. I think for th...
Shit I shouldn't even be writing about *EDIT* Pettiness
A few thousand years ago during a thawing epic in the ice age of my last marriage, when we were actively married (if you don’t know what active and passive mean in the context of a marriage, even...
Happy Fucking National Use the Word Fuck day
The fucking vixen jumped over the lazy ass dog. Ah new keyboard works like a fucking charm. Like a lucky fucking charm. Fucking thing is magically delicious, it’s effer-fucking-vescent. For a che...
Just as I was getting the hang of it too ....
Yeah, no. I’m pretty sure that’s a paragraph. I believe I’ve demonstrated my ability to write a traditional paragraph (ok, so maybe it was prior to Jesus’ 2000th birthday, and sure, no record o...
Say goodbye to Alexander leaving
It’s another day, this lay fallow on the processor, barren like a cat-killed moles womb or scorched earth. It’s another, one just like the day before. I set this all to the digital paper in the o...
Ok, so my dumb little entries yesterday turned prophetic; at around six there was a tornado warning until nine. I guess to the south and the west there was some serious damage done. Keep in mind ...
I’m writing a codicil to the last entry, which, honestly, wasn’t an entry so much as a whole bunch of words in the same place at the same time, like you’d expect a flash mob to break out in a lit...
Weather report with musical interlude
If the weather pundits are right it’s likely there will be a tornado watch later in the day; it’s warmer and more humid today than it’s been all months and thunderstorms are predicted, that’s the...
Post and run
Must be the crack of Thursday-ish already, who knew? Don’t answer that; it’s rhetorical. Most of y’all don’t have a haredawgian calendar which is based on what he sees out the window and haredaw...
Book Description
Thought I’d change the title. Some of my best friends are white girls. 95 percent of my friends are in cars going fast.
But perhaps For White Girls In Cars Going Fast was offensive. White girls can call each white girls, but I think we’re supposed to refer to them as pigment challenged Americans, which must confuse the hell out of the Brits, Aussies, and other such nationals on this site, e,g, “My pigmentation is fine and I’m a Not American American.”
