The lights flickered and a bulb started crackling; then the tv turned itself on.
That means an angel got its wings, or got caught in the power lines, or something.
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People who say “I don’t trust the polls” are just being racist.
Polish people are just as honest as anybody else.
(I never really did anything with my psych major anyway.)
Gonna start a Pink Floyd cover band with a couple of other psych majors, gonna call it “Jung Lust.”
My buddy Gary Monte saw me posting this on Facebook and chimed in with this: “I started one called ‘Run Like Hell’ and we were so bad, that’s exactly what the audience did!”
Gen X’ers know how serious this is.
There’s something fishy going on in my kitchen.
Salmon burgers! Two for $5 at Kroger.
If you need to save money on groceries, you can’t beat those in-store deals. They had similar deals for chicken and pork.
I know that I’m Shanty Irish, and that my foodie friends are typically aghast at the choices I make but …a little ketchup on salmon really does the trick.
Happy Halloween!
Have fun and be safe. If you are going out partying, then designate a driver. Or, better yet, BE the designated driver.
Photo credit: ChloeAmandinekaren, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
The Eunoia Review publishes my love poem, “The Beach House, Early Spring”
I am truly honored to see my poem “The Beach House, Early Spring” appear in the Singapore-based Eunoia Review. You can find it right here.
The Eunoia Review is truly a first-rate international literary magazine; its commitment to sharing examples of “beautiful thinking” attracts the very best of creative work. I’m grateful to Founder and Editor Ian Chung for allowing me to see my work featured there.
I just call them “the scary motherFromers.”
This is me running from those goddam monster-people on the “From” tv show.
What the hell are they, anyway?
They’re not traditional vampires, zombies or ghouls; they don’t feed off of their victims … at least not physically. They’re not ghosts. (They’re corporeal and require sleep.)
Would they be shape-shifters? If so, they’ve got only two modes: 1) pale people and 2) fangtastic.
I read an interesting hypothesis on Reddit — that the word “from” actually means “fairy” in antiquated Welsh or Gaelic or something (kind of like the arcane “fae.”) But I’ve since lost track of that post.
Your guess is as good as mine. But they’re the scariest thing on television since the Night King’s wight army on “Game of Thrones.” (“True Blood’s” various creatures grow milquetoast the longer I watch the series. And “The Walking Dead’s” new uber-zombies still sometimes feel like disposable Daryl-fodder.)
There is only one clue that I’ve noticed that I haven’t seen mentioned by others — they all seem to be wearing period clothing. (Am I nuts or do they all look like they’re wearing 50’s-era clothes?)
Throwback Thursday: when you could watch Halloween specials only ONCE a year.
If you were a kid in the 1980’s and you wanted to see ANY holiday special … you snooze, you lose. It was a Darwinian pop-culture childhood consumer jungle.
Alright, alright — yeah, I guess VCR’s were first appearing. Whatever.
By the way … check out the old TV Guide-era fonts for channel numbers. 🙂
Outside the Virginia Museum of Transportation, Roanoke, Virginia.
October 2024.
