Life is unremitting hard labor, but then comes a simple handful of blueberries, ripe and delicious, making everything worthwhile for the moment.
Drink arrogant bastard ale, it makes your face go numb!
I have very few material items which I’d protect with deadly force, but you can have my fancy stainless steel barbecue grill that’s directly connected to the 3/4-inch gas main when you pry it from my singed and blackened fingers.
Sir @ October 29, 2008 # 14 Comments
I’ve recently been using an excuse for my lack of writing, one that I’d been cultivating long before I started this little exercise in narcissism. The climb to the ivory tower is long and perilous, you see, and the hours of study and the slinging of chemicals takes up so much time and blah [...]
Sir @ October 22, 2008 # 4 Comments
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There were four huge elms down the street when we moved in, and they formed a great high canopy over an intersection. The post 9/11 home vids I shot had pictures of the trees in the morning mist the day after the attack. The trees are all gone; left behind are semi-circles [...]
Sir @ October 20, 2008 # 9 Comments
I recently came across a discussion about the written word and personal experience and whether it’s possible to separate the two. Is a novel ever truly a work of fiction or does it always contain some underlying foundation of truth based on the life of its author? It’s a deceptively complicated question made [...]
Sir @ October 10, 2008 # 6 Comments
Esther Wilberforce Packard. I foresee many an hour wasted in these archives.
The eHarmony saga from the Right Hand of God. Older, yet timeless in its truth.
In January 2007, I went into a bar and tried out my new pickup line: “Pretty mama, I’m gonna assassinate that bush tonight.” The government tapped my [...]
Sir @ October 8, 2008 # 13 Comments
The groovy chicks over at The Collective presented some questions to their readers who had, irony of ironies, originally asked the questions of them. They were each kind enough to answer the question that I’d posed to each of them, so I feel inclined to oblige their inquisition into the deepest darkest corners of [...]
Sir @ October 6, 2008 # 5 Comments
Sometimes the love that burns the brightest starts out as hate. This has always constituted a fairly common theme among VMI alumni regarding how they view the institute. I’ve only ever written about my feelings for the place twice, once as a cadet and another time three years later. The first time [...]
Sir @ October 3, 2008 # 12 Comments
Since my life has been consumed with learning a metric ton of crap about stuff involving junk, here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to drop the pencil and take the funnel out of my mouth (for the gallons of caffeine-laced tea that keeps me up until dawn memorizing how our chromosomes are [...]