Kurt R.A. Giambastiani's Blog, page 31

Sheepish Much?

This week's post brought surprise, rage, and embarrassment, all in a single envelope.

A Cure for What Ails You

Last week, the news of the day just got to me. It was just too much. The siege breached my defenses and I fell into a major depression. Dark. Caged. Compressed. Inescapable. Wait . . . did I say "inescapable?" Scratch that, for I did, indeed, find an escape.

Vintage Wine

The first time I read Ray Bradbury's 1957 classic, Dandelion Wine, it was an assignment for school. I was a little older than Doug Spaulding, the novel's 12-year old protagonist at the time, and to be frank, I didn't really care for the book at all.

What You Need: No-Churn Lemon Ice Cream

It's hot out there. Uncomfortably hot. Freaking hot. Evil hot. Here's something tasty. Something easy. Something cool.

Politics as She is Spoke

Yesterday, I received my Voter's Pamphlet for Washington's August primary election. At the federal level, we're voting for a senator. There are a total of thirty candidates vying for the seat, so it's a packed primary. Packed with what, I cannot say in polite company.

Feline Delay Syndrome

I know, I know, you're sick of all these cat-related posts. Well, tough.

If It Was Good Enough for Stalin…

This is not a political post. Judging by the title, you can be forgiven for thinking that it was. But nope; this is definitely not a political post. It is, however, about purges.

Miki and Dad

This past Father's Day was not the type of day I'd envisioned, wanted, or was pleased with.

Persistence

Four years ago, I wrote "The Book of Solomon," a short story, and started sending it out to markets. After a year an a half of submit-reject-rewrite-resubmit, I called it a day and put the story in the trunk. Except I didn't.

Just a Cat

She was just a cat. Just an everyday cat, a cat like a million others. Nothing special. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a regular American domestic shorthair, black, with green/gold eyes.