Seriousblogger is one of my greatest inspirations. As a blogger, artist and original think Seriousblogger is almost unparalleled. I recently had the opportunity to sit down with Seriousblogger and discuss the state of the world, blogging and what’s really important to focus on at this moment in history. It was a very illuminating conversation. Seriousblogger…
Angela wore glasses. She also had a cabin on Lake Wuskamtosa. She like the cabin on the lake better than her glasses, and she liked the lake even better than the cabin. In the summertime it was hard to get her away from it. She was an excellent swimmer, and she loved boats, so she…
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Electra was mad at her Mom. Her Mom was named Clytemnestra, and Electra wanted her dead. If you’ve been reading this blog for decades you’ll be very familiar with an individual named Agamemnon. If that name doesn’t ring a bell you should know that Agamemnon was the leader of the Greek armies during the Trojan.…
Nobody liked Tommy. He was obnoxious. He was always yakking about boring, newfangled scientific ideas. and talking about all of the exotic places he wanted to travel. “I’m gonna go to China, and India and Africa.” Tommy said. “Why?” Asked just about everyone. This would set Tommy off on some grand soliloquy about adventure and…
I have never claimed to be an incredibly gifted visual artist, but sometimes I draw things. I recently uncovered a sketchbook that I more or less filled up several years ago, my guess is it was around 2014. I don’t possess enough bull to turn these puerile sketches into masterpieces, but I thought I would…
I can’t find my sock! I can find one of my socks, but not both of them. I have been searching all day for my other sock. It’s most inconvenient. I had to put on my left foot into my shoe without the benefit of a sock. I could have used the sock on my…
Flash forward 27 years. Vines now cover the automobile. The dirt path is barely visible. The paint has faded, and a corner of the roof sags. There was a time when this place was alive. Laughter rang throughout the house. That was 27 years ago. No one knows what happened. At least, no one here.…
There’s nothing like a nice cozy fire to warm up to on a winter day. Even in the summer fires have their place. Roasting marshmallows and telling stories around a campfire is one fo the greatest pleasures a summer evening has to offer. Who hasn’t sat around such a fire on a beautiful summer evening…
When I looked out my window this morning I was stunned by the peacefulness. I observed a walnut tree and a birch tree, side by side, their branches almost touching. Although there were serious differences between the two trees I observed no acrimony. They merely stood next to each other, enjoying the morning sunlight as…
“Please excuse the cherry pits.” Mortimer dusted off a chair and motioned me to sit. I nervously accepted the invitation, and cleared my throat. “Cough drop?” Mortimer was being far too nice. “No thank you.” I replied, forgetting everything I had learned in my introduction to improv class. Mortimer smiled graciously. “What did you want…
Editor, When I was a kid the notion that crime doesn’t pay was drilled into me as one of the cold, hard facts of life. Whenever one of us kids did something vaguely nefarious this mantra was used as an argument that we should reform our ways. “Crime doesn’t pay!” I was told again and…
Candice had always dreamed of being a singer. The thought of an alternate career had never even crossed her mind. She sang in the shower every morning. She sang when she walked the dog. She even sang when she was eating her lunch. Of course, most musicians like to join forces with other musicians and…
Antonia stared at the wall. She wasn’t bored, it just seemed like a good idea. The wall wasn’t the first thing Antonia had stared at. She had stared at flowers, trees, passing cars, drying paint and even grass. The wall was perhaps the least interesting of all these things, but she figured that if she…
Conspiracy theories can be hard to navigate. Here are some things you should believe. The single bullet theory: it’s only common sense that a single bullet during JFK’s assassination passed through JFK’s neck, entered Connally’s chest, then went into his wrist and eventually ended up in his thigh. Of course this bullet went through fifteen…
Dear Diary, Last night I dreamed about my motorcycle. It was green and had two wheels. Maybe you already know that motorcycles have two wheels. Maybe you are insulted by my clarifying the fact that the motorcycle had two wheels. If this is the case, I most sincerely apologize. The truth is that I don’t…
