The brilliance of robotic pharmacy solicitations

I almost deleted this comment that showed up on one of my posts without a second thought—it’s kind of the standard-issue blogspam that shows up from time to time—but then realized that, maybe, just maybe, it’s actually brilliant: and it’s not as if all that tramadol doesn’t corrected in the studio soma nowadays anyway! I’m […]

It ends with Lila and Sal

It ends with Lila and Sal. They’re at the center of the action. That’s how it ends.

Rappitz

Varmint trouble in a small town.

Memorandum

Told Lavinia, look: the pictures are out, what d’you want us to do. Said Ell, we aren’t a young man anymore, we aren’t like we used to be. And things, other things aren’t the same either. It’s no longer like we can what wave a hand and have somebody here doing something’s for us anymore.

On Earth Day

The thing about holidays is, they’re utterly insidious. Evil? Maybe. I certainly wouldn’t be so quick to rule out the idea. Holidays instill a sense of complacency, a lukewarm, mind-numbing sense that everything’s gonna be okay. Not only official holidays (e.g., Christmas) but also the flimsier holidays, the ones who get their names on some […]

Remember Sunday?

Hey! Guess what? That thing I was going to write about on Sunday—you know, that neat-o feature where a bunch of people write one story, etc. etc.—has resurfaced. Go vote for your favorite sentence. (I’m partial toward “Hello anteater, welcome to the internet,” but I think one of the other sentences would probably fit better…)

Gone the next

Well, no, but this coulda been a post. Which, right now, it’s not going to be. Originally, this was supposed to be a highly informative post. A must-read. See, it woulda been fun. Interesting. Nuanced. Literary, but not in an alienating, egotistical way. It would’ve been a highly informative (and also, I might point out, […]

There’s good writing, and then there’s Good Writing

Jimmy Breslin’s April 9 column rocks, as usual. As always. It’s devastatingly brilliant. It’s clever and biting, but without being hateful or alienating. Anyway, point being: read it. You really should, though no one’s going to bend your arms backwards, hold a gun to your head, etc. (via Newsday: “Her memory lives as a bureaucrat […]

Driving Blind (fragment)

Draco Carsten Muyskens said on the television, he wanted to get the people who did this to him. He didn’t say it, but everyone knew what ‘this’ was. He appeared on The Television, sitting in a wheelchair and wearing an expensive blue suit and a neat white mask that hid his face. When he spoke, […]

Sweet Dreams Massacre: Another Fragment

When I first met Elvis we were standing, half-dazed, by the smoldering wreckage of a fire truck, our faces caked with blood and dappled with dirt. We both refrained from obvious jokes, I’m not sure why. Moon was there, too; she’d been riding with me in my car. All three of us were witness. To […]