Everyone crowds around like carrion flies to a kill. Their mouths flapping and noshing like pigs at a trough, smashing their teeth and their tongues together, telling stories of past feedings behind hands which obstruct nothing. I can’t hold myself comfortably upright with these creatures, so I hang back a while and let myself be [Read More..]
Apparently I listen to music differently than other people do. Or, at least, Kimber and Sammy. They make the bold claim that I am a little bit weird in this way. I am mildly synaesthetic, but I’ve always figured almost everybody is mildly synaesthetic, and certainly it must be so when it comes to something [Read More..]
Not only because I am bad at it. I’m sure that writing is a good deal easier when one is not bad at it, but even then I suspect that it is at least a little bit haaaarrrdd. Oh, don’t get me wrong, the part where I type out a bunch of words is simple [Read More..]
I caught the video for Sadness is a Blessing on The Wedge — which as it turns out is still an okay show to watch if you happen to be Canadian and up at 2:00am on a Thursday — and, man, what a masterful pile of human suffering. As is my modus operandi, I downloaded [Read More..]
Did you know that Paul Quarrington died of lung cancer over a year ago? Of course you didn’t, because you have no fucking idea who Paul Quarrington was, but even if you did know who Paul Quarrington was you certainly would not have known that he died of lung cancer over a year ago because [Read More..]