about 9 months ago - No comments
Paul and I, we’ve been hunting for the ice-bellied domino warbler near and around-abouts Cape Spartel, you know, Tangiers, my dear. Progress has been incremental as we have tracked a small flock using Mr. Z’s patented warb-whistler. Yes, Florence, remember that odd piece of haberdashery we plucked from the Morrocan marketplace in those steamiest of
about 1 year ago - No comments
Dear Kingsley, I was ironing my slacks earlier (LOLLZ, WUWT-maid suing for harrassment) when an astonishing bit of inspiration struck. I bought a house out on the Camans some odd years ago and have yet to visit it! Pack your finest warbler glasses and we simply must head out there this instant. I sent a
about 2 years ago - 1 comment
Renting a van with two of your closest co-workers. Taking that 8-5 anxiety and compressing it — jamming it inside an 80-mile-per-hour overloaded grocery-go-getter. The distinct aroma of greasy McDonald’s wrappers, the surround smell of styrofoam enriched coffee, and bladders on the turbulent brink. Putter-purring engine, strip club billboards shouting, ‘FREE SHOWERS FOR TRUCKERS’, and
about 2 years ago - 7 comments
Beep…Beep…Beep…’Oh no,’ I inwardly groaned. It was my watch. ‘Always with the beeping.’ I thought unhappily. ‘Some day, I’ll figure out how to change that.’ I slowly and involuntarily made to get out of bed. The big problem was, I wasn’t lying on a bed. I opened my eyes and saw…sky? ‘That can’t be right,’
about 2 years ago - No comments
Essentials only. Clothes, toiletries (no shampoo, soap, or towel- that’s what the Super 8 is for). Packing is to road trips as taking cover is to Chuck Pfarrer; do it any sooner than absolutely necessary and it just isn’t cool anymore. The same goes for how much to pack. No caffeine, it’s a diuretic. Trips
about 2 years ago - 1 comment
A freckle-faced kid, incongruous in the city scene, dressed in ratty overalls and a faded, torn plaid shirt, holds a hand-made tree branch slingshot in his hand. He looks up, realizing he’s extended a silver-platter invitation to the wrath of the demonic dill.
about 3 years ago - 3 comments
9:00 and it’s already hot — surrounding our trinket-strewn lawnscape with a twinkling, sulfuric haze. The Calusa once cultivated this land. This time of day, they’d already be in full swing: carrying fresh water, building huts, and hauling fish. But, here we are still scrambling to promote and stage scattered buffets of consumer bloat. I’m
about 3 years ago - 1 comment
“Well, you’re awful brave,” said the man next to me sluggishly, perhaps even drunkenly, as I pondered what in the world my problem was. My hands did not shake. My respiration was regular. The only evidence that I was not cool as a cucumber were my eyes, owlishly large and flitting back and forth in
about 3 years ago - 1 comment
My teeth actually chattered as the wave of beer crashed over my red face. Clothing had fallen under the jurisdiction of a tree-climbing rugby hobbit. A circle of large, hairy trolls stood complicit — I in the center — as they chanted “ZULU, ZULU, ZULU.” These things just happen so fast… Some people want an
about 3 years ago - 1 comment
I walked timidly up the steps to the pale blue door. The sign said “NO SOLICITORS.” I turned back as the Aerostar pulled away — no backing down now. Afterall, this was a friend’s house. A little social anxiety never killed anybody. The doorbell glowed yellow — I stared at it blankly for a spell.
about 1 year ago
JOLLY GOOD SHOW
i adore this.
about 1 year ago
and perhaps later we’ll play perfect dark!