It was a 280 mile commute complete with baby road rage. Baby, not fully matured lunacy road rage because we haven't been back in traffic long enough to collectively lose our shit. It's close though. Even the cyclists are working... Read more →
Christ on a bike! I've just blown away take six of a piece I'm not likely to finish anyway. But I was so close... I'll just take a minute to explain and then I'll be out of here. You'll have... Read more →
They walked, head down counting paving stones which is harder than counting steps which is how they generally get through the day. One, two, three, four, five...two hundred twenty-six, and eleven hundred is half a mile. Uneven paving stones aren't... Read more →
Channeling Carl Spackler I start out with a dangerously sharp four pronged implement of destruction and the fervent belief that I'm tackling no more than undesirable rhizomes and maybe some grass and stuff - because there is always grass and... Read more →
Circe did not die of anything other than a spiteful untruth which would have been unconscionable if Helios had any sort of scruples. However, drowning her in Lethe did nothing other than wipe the hard drive. The Circe encapsulated BIOS... Read more →
Hank could not believe she would do this. To staple a gold paper crown to his head and drop him down a well was one thing. To leave him down here with half a pack of Newport Lights and one... Read more →
I had a job to do and you made a mess of that. Not only do my job descriptions change without notice every two or three hundred years, but at least once a decade some dumb ass comes into this... Read more →
They were lovely babies, Hank, what the hell happened? You fed them too much gluten. I did not! Yes you did. You fed them pasta as soon as they had four teeth between them. Well, it's not like they would... Read more →
The first time I had a relationship blowout of epic proportion was in the spring of 1991. I had a baby bump, the sort you'd expect to see or maybe not see at twenty weeks. There's a particular vulnerability in... Read more →
Yelena stared at the wall and nurtured her rage. Om Shanti, Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti, Shanti, Om... fifteen minutes every day. She refused to cut her hair, but clipped her nails to the quick. She was ordered to the shower... Read more →