“Where am I going and why am I in this hand basket?” —Murphy
What the fuck?
I ask that question often. I ask it because I find that the life is supremely confuzling (confusing + puzzling). I’m fairly sure life is that way for everyone, but it is particularly true for me. Why “particularly” for me? Maybe it’s my Asperger’s. Maybe it’s my mediocre intelligence. Maybe the world is just fucking crazy.
(perhaps all three?) Continue reading “What’s All This Damnable Humbuggery Then?”
Note: Names have been left out to protect the stupid.
(but our name is known, it’s the site’s URL! what are we saying here?)
You shut up.
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There’s nothing controversial about saying the internet is full of bat-shit crazy theories. Duh, right? And all unmarried men are bachelors. A=A. Tell us something we don’t know, Commander Evidenticus.
Then there are the fan theories. And THEN there are Star Wars fan theories. A hotbed of crazy that makes a Taco Bell cheat day before a kegger look brilliant in comparison. Continue reading “Rey and Ren: A Star War Fan Theory”
There’s a lady I work with, let’s call her K, who talks to herself so much she basically narrates her life. There’s nothing necessarily wrong with this. Everyone talks to themselves at some point or another. Still, it is a little weird. I am often confused by it, wondering if she’s talking to me or not. There are two ways I can go when I’m unsure what is happening. I can say, “What?” and if she doesn’t answer I know she was not talking to me. On the other hand, if I pretend I didn’t hear and she repeats herself more than once, I know she was talking to me.
Either way it is harmless stuff albeit awkward. Continue reading “Talking to Myself”
Thirty days ago I thought, “What the hell.” I would give National Novel Writing Month another go. I had an idea for a novel I was sure would carry me through the whole month—I’m a pantser, meaning I go in without a plan or outline or anything other than a vague idea. Besides, I had nothing better to do. Continue reading “TGIO (Thank God it’s Over)”
Every time you turn on a screened device these days, there’s a superhero staring back at you. For comic book fans this is a golden time, but — and there’s always a but — is this really gold or is it some cheap gilded metal? The superhero genre is so plentiful that some are rightfully asking if things have gone too far. How many comic titles need a live-action show or movie? How many reboots can we stand? When is enough enough, already?
Amazon answered with yet another superhero franchise, The Tick.
(Translation: We ride this wave smack into a rocky cliff face.)
Continue reading the article over at Houston Press.