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7 Animals That Are Really Just Vampires

In the words of Family Guy, “damn nature, you scary!”

But also really fucking cool.

Because you know vampires, those cruxes of mythology and interest that we all wish were real (though not in the Twilight way – if you say the word “sparkle” to me in any other context than a flamboyantly gay Parasole Protectorate Lord Akeldama kind of reference, then I will… I don’t know, mentally punch you in the throat or something. What? I said nature was scary, not me…)

Aaaanyhoo. Like I was saying. Vampires....

Justified

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I have always felt the need to justify my existence. I’m not really sure when it started; I have no particular experience to point to, no exact moment in time when I can remember its instillment. There is neither any gradual buildup that I can trace; this need has just always been there, within me, existing.

Perhaps it’s from the early Catholic training I received, the anti-hedonistic education I received since birth. Perhaps it is the messages, subtle and otherwise, that pleasure should...

Timber: Thesis Style

The past two days have been mega-thesis-time for me, so my friend Kim F. sent me an absolutely fantastic “thesis rendition” of the Ke$ha song “Timber.” Thought I’d share it with all you lovely readers:

Filed under: Magical Miscellany

Twelve Favorite Words

Happy Monday, lovely readers. Mondays can be rough and full of negativity. So, I thought I’d try to add a sommut (woohoo British dialect) of positivity by sharing tentwelve of my favorite words. I love these words both for their sound and their meaning, but I first loved each of these words intrinsically for itself, if that makes any mite of sense. Hopefully it will to some of you.

Anyhoo. On to the words.

I also must credit the facebook page Word Porn for how I discovered these words. I am eve...

Evening Storytime

Well, lovely readers, I think it’s time for an evening story. I sure could use one. A simple story. You know, the kind that you tell little kids. The kind that don’t sound scary, the kind that’ll make ‘em laugh, but also the kind that when they remember that bedtime story again when they’re older, will give them a few moments pause. Will make them sit down and think. About whether there was maybe more to that story than they had caught onto at first.

That whatever they decide, at least it will...

Anger

Anger

I told you that I needed to

but could not cry,

and so the sadness

just settled there,

like murk in the deep waters.

And you, you just drew me

in a magic circle against the world,

an untouchable white line

of your arms around me.

The oddly comforting weight

bearing down on my shoulder blades

while you hold me to your chest.

And for a while, the world is blocked out;

can’t get past you to harm me.

And I am safe.

I don’t know if it’s the anger or the upset

that’s making me so touchy,

jumping at every noise

b...

One Thing, Ten Ways

Alrighty, folks. I follow this famous writerly person called Chuck Wending, which means that I get about half a billion blog posts from him filling up my inbox every day. It’s pretty good, actually. Wending has added half a dozen books to my oh-god-please-just-read-me-already list, and his, uh,spritely writing style constantly challenges me to make sure mine is adequately colorful.

Anyhoo, every week Wending hosts a challenge of his own – usually in the form of a flash fiction topic, but this...

Don’t bite the hand that caffeinnates you…

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Yeah… considering that on this rainy LA morning, when I walked into the office and discovered that another coworker had already made coffee for the day my response was to gush, “Oh you blessed saint!” – I’d say this might maybepossibly be pretty true.

(Unfortunately, I also discovered that for whatever reason, the coffee tastes like expired plastic. It’s now sitting on my desk growing cold as penance for its wretchedness. Poor thing.)

Filed under: Magical Miscellany

The Imperfection of the Stars

Perhaps a bit melancholy, but then again, it is Thursday.

The Imperfection of the Stars

I wished to be a beautiful creature

but found I was covered in scars.

But the sky, it pulled me aside and said

my dear, have you seen the stars?

They burn and crack and shoot off rage -

not so different from those lines

you seem to think a falsehood make -

my dear, do you know what lies

are really there? Smooth, flawless skin

is not a truth hood here.

My dear, the beauty of life you see

is in this thing called tragedy

a...

Red Bull and Rolling Stones

Write With Sarcasm #3

How I Feel As A Coffee Drinker In College

Much thanks to ‘I Love Coffee‘ for the Starbucks cup image. Yes, yes I do love coffee.

Filed under: Webcomics