Elsewhere writing fiction - stories in Vita & the Woolf and The Rathalla Review.
“They crossed the river on the Cinnabar bridge, the water low and clear, a gray line on the rocks like a bathtub ring where the water had receded since the early summer snowmelt.”
And this whole page really:
“They crossed the river on the Cinnabar bridge, the water low and clear, a gray line on the rocks like a bathtub ring where the water had receded since the early summer snowmelt.”
And this whole page really:
I am, in fact, not crying laughing at the CCR needle drop supercut of the Phantom Menace.
I am, in fact, not crying laughing at the CCR needle drop supercut of the Phantom Menace.
Me, the sales manager at the company that makes inflatable frog suits: well, you're never going to believe this, but
Me, the sales manager at the company that makes inflatable frog suits: well, you're never going to believe this, but
Russ Vought? The guy voted mostly
likely to dismantle the government in his HS yearbook?
Russ Vought? The guy voted mostly
likely to dismantle the government in his HS yearbook?
Podiatrists: Feet have so many bones, clearly doctors
Chiropractors: charlatans
Acupuncturists: witchcraft
Dentists: obsessed with teeth, asking me to "open wide" and "spit in my little bucket" - witches
Podiatrists: Feet have so many bones, clearly doctors
Chiropractors: charlatans
Acupuncturists: witchcraft
Dentists: obsessed with teeth, asking me to "open wide" and "spit in my little bucket" - witches
Meanwhile, big cities:
Meanwhile, big cities: