I’ll be making soup again this weekend by request.
Category Archive: History
Feb 14 2013
Feb 06 2012
At some point in my early twenties, I became intimidating. I learned an awful lot when that happened.
Jan 21 2012
Kissing someone onstage is perhaps the least romantic thing you can do. Well, it was for me. It wasn’t my fault, though. I swear.
Jan 06 2012
Apr 16 2011
I was ten. I was still terrified of what might be hidden under the bed or in the closet or anywhere else that made hiding easy. What I knew of the world that didn’t hide from the light was bad enough. What concealed itself must be worse. I was in my bedroom. Somewhere outside of …
Mar 27 2011
The older I get, the more diverse are the ages of my friends. It provides interesting insight on how rapidly bits of the world are changing. I was talking to a friend who’s about a decade older than I am. I don’t remember exactly what prompted the subject, but I think the context was a …
Feb 11 2011
To go with yesterday’s Campus Crusade for Cthulhu poster, here’s an election special from around the same time. There’s even a possibility, as mind-rendingly terrifying as that might be, that this one informed some of my political thinking. As I said before, if you know who made these, please let me know. I didn’t. I’ve …
Feb 10 2011
Things are a bit busy around here, as they always are this time of year. Until I have a chance to finish one of the half dozen or so posts I really, really, really want to be writing but can’t concentrate on, here’s a fun poster I came across when I was sorting through juvenilia …
Feb 08 2011
This is my first piece of writing that first garnered a real response. The first draft of this, written when I was a junior in high school, was passed around, ripped apart, crumpled up, thrown in the trash, retrieved, flattened out, and taped to the chalkboard. I’m posting it here because a number of high …
Oct 25 2010
She was about five weeks old. It was too young, but “Take her now, or we’ll take care of her.” They didn’t mean letting her stay with her mother for a few more weeks. At least she was weaned. She was the not-very-runty runt of the litter. Black, with the tiniest of white spots on …