rJames has blessed us with some Carnival art, made at Despair.com. Since I’ve been busily writing and rendered otherwise brain dead by a sucky little spring cold, I figured I’d share MrJames’ pictures instead of a making real post. And, they’re worth sharing. I was particularly pleased with the Bloody Mary and Violent Clay [...]

     When I grow up, I want to be this old lady:

     eith Olbermann gets this raise of the glass for his most recent Special Comment lambasting Bush for, among other things, giving up golfing to show solidarity for the losses of the families of soldiers who’ve died in the war.
     Giving up golf. No. Really. I’m not making it up. I can’t. Even I, who am currently [...]

     ednesday, I got up at the gawdawful early hour of 6:30 am to join VC and Missa in delivering the Squatch to MrJames for a week-long visit. We drove him down to Detroit to the airport and dropped him off to his plane. We skipped taking I-75 due to the odious levels of construction and [...]

     other’s Day is the busiest day of the year in the restaurant industry. The customers come in hordes and beat us all day. It’s awful. I got in yesterday at three, to discover a staff-full of bedraggled, tired, crabby people, blank and wide-eyed with the horror of the business, the restaurant trashed, everything empty and [...]

      went to the local Salvation Army store the other day with VC and Missa, and found a couch. (Love seat, actually, but it’s a bitty apartment, so it works.) I was tickled. I got it for $25, and it’s actually a decent couch. You already know what it looks like — it’s that [...]

     ut first, let me just point to the Navigation menu box to the left, where I’ve put links to some of my fiction. *points* Not all of it is nice stuff. Little Girls in particular is on the gruesome and squicky side.
     Here There Be Spoilers. You’ve Been Warned.
     So, I’m in Wal-Mart the other night, and [...]

     es, it’s been quite quiet around here. Monday and Tuesday were busy days, and Wednesday and Thursday morning were full of errands, and on Thursday evening, for lack of a better term, I had a burst of divine inspiration concerning my story.
     It was actually the moment I’d been impatiently waiting for. I had a handful [...]