Here, have a ridiculously toe-tappy earworm:
When I went to see Les Claypool when he played Winnipeg, I was pretty thrilled when he opened with this little ditty. It’s long been a favourite of mine. I hope you enjoy it too.
Part-time prevaricator
Here, have a ridiculously toe-tappy earworm:
When I went to see Les Claypool when he played Winnipeg, I was pretty thrilled when he opened with this little ditty. It’s long been a favourite of mine. I hope you enjoy it too.
From the little-known sequel to E.T., penned by William Kotzwinkle:
“They have an important celebration,” said E.T., “called Hollow Bean. Everyone carves faces in fruit squashes and dresses up in sheets.”
I may have found my prompt for Geist’s Can’t Lit contest:
A possibly-unintentional stand-in for the author visits a dilapidated farmhouse on the Prairies in a one room cabin but is also a robot.
It might be a little blasphemous of me, working as I do at a university, but I find a lot of comfort in this simple sentiment.
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Someone, back in 2013, took it upon himself (or herself) to run my vignette “Eating Everything That Ever Was” ([available in “Seven Very Short Stories”) through the lens of Freudian literary criticism.
My story starts on the 7th click, and the analysis happens on the 8th. I had no idea I was writing about a mother/son dynamic. (Though I suppose you could argue that I always am; that we always are.)
This is awesome. (Also completely kosher, per the CC that the story is licensed under.)
Walking behind two students:
1: Let’s kick this thing! [Super-enthusiastic]
2: Sorry, what? [Slightly confused]
1: Nothing.
2: Did you say something about cake?
Then both of them cracked up.
As my cow-orkers and I were headed off for coffee, one of the Library staff said, “There’s free cake in the board room fridge. Help yourselves.”
Full circle, man.
I can’t say I’m a fan of the new interface, but there’s still a lot of great photography to be found on Flickr. This one made me laugh aloud:
So serious.