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“Our fearful journey’s done,” Mr. Keating.

And Good Night, Vietnam.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuk8AOjGURE

I am a Twit. Follow me.

So I have a Twitter account now: https://twitter.com/ericrnolan1

I am giving up my Tumblr account, because I am pretty sure I am the only one on there.

So “Follow me!” as Johnny Rico so bravely shouted in “Starship Troopers.”   I remain your number one source for poetry, kitten pictures, monsters, dream imagery as deus ex machina, shameless self-promotion, end-of-the-world stories, links to free e-books, and Sarah Palin jokes.

“C’mon you apes!!  You want to live forever?!!”

Bored on a Sunday?  Fancy a poem?

That Nolan guy scribbles ’em.  Go here and get your nerd-verse on: Poetry.

$5 Haircuts in Bay Shore?! Shanty Irish Alert!! (Long Islanders)

So you’re in the Bay Shore area and don’t want to look like a damn hippie.  Neither do you want to spend $22 minimum for a STYLIST (ooh-la-LA).  Canevaro Barber Shop in the Pathmark Shopping Center on 5th Avenue offers $5 haircuts every weelkday, as it employs barbers in training.

Mine turned out fine.  Though any haircut is a pyrhicc victory for me, as it can only further reveal my Giant White Irish Nerd Forehead.

Support a local family business and get your coif on.  Also, please tip well, as the barbers there are actually really good, and they are professionals just starting out, who could probably use the money.

https://www.google.com/maps/place/CANEVARO+BARBERSHOP/@40.721328,-73.253324,14z/data=!4m5!1m2!2m1!1sbay+shore+new+york+wicks+avenue+barber+shop!3m1!1s0x89e8328cce782e81:0xd0cad9ee5ca80b47

My friend Lynn’s TinyBat looks like my TinyCat!!!

Seriously! Look at the little medieval wing-ed beast she is brandishing, and then compare it with my own Little Ninja.  I don’t care what those sciencey types say — these two are definitely cousins!!

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Care for a free horror e-book? Try “The Carnarvon Creeper.”

The Kindle version of Martin Murphy’s book is available for free, this weekend only:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Carnarvon-Creeper-Martin-Murphy-ebook/dp/B00MHWC9TO/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1407603667&sr=1-1-fkmr0&keywords=carnavon+creeper%2C+by+martin+murphy

Here’s a synopsis: “For decades, during each December, people have been disappearing from the west coast of Australia. The number of missing is mounting, the bodies never recovered, presumed lost amid the vast, unforgiving landscape. A grieving traveller will be dragged into the mystery, before, in the remote outback, he comes face-to-face with a nightmare beyond his worst imaginings…”

Thanks to 4-LAN over at The Book Marketing Network for what sounds like fun opportunity!

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Fear the hand, hide under the leg.

I apparently look like an abuser, because the TinyCats often flinch when I move my hand near them.  Which is sad, because I do want to be their friend.  Anyway, in order to avoid the Mysterious Terror of the Moving Hand, they are prone to hiding under The Leg, which they have decided is quite safe, and a refuge.  (See the first pic below.)

They also love The Sneaker.  They approach it quickly and repeatedly.  They sniff it.  They are regaled by it.  One thing that I would never advise any living creature to do is smell my sneakers, but the TinyCats are strange animals.

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“When I Meet the Devil” and “Lying Close,” two poems by Eric Robert Nolan

Dead Snakes, United States

“When I Meet the Devil,” “Lying Close”

Published on May 22, 2013

http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2013/05/eric-robert-nolan-two-poems.html

I went to a pawn shop today.

Ninety percent of its inventory was electric GEE-tars, circular buzz saws, and snowboards. Seriously.

New York is a weird place.

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