To whom it may concern

I just thought it would be proper to let you know that you want to read Skeleton Jelly.

Kusch's blog

Yes. I've been unfaithful. I've started a new blog. One where I don't feel the pressure to be zany in every post i write. Although that doesn't exclude some amount of zaniness, of course.

Also, a blog where there is no risk that anyone will ever read anything that I write.

http://sexybastard.blogspot.com/

A Poem

There once was a man from Blorenge
Who said that his name was Gorringe.
But if you look it up¹
You'll see he made it up
In order to rhyme with orange.


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¹In the Monmouthshire telephone directory.

Drugs

Your Personality Is Like Acid

A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict. One moment you're in your own little happy universe... And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell!

What Drug Is Your Personality Like?

In Case You Were Uncertain

Yet Another Link Post

Rules on smoking, courtesy of Japan.

The Great Competition

Forge Your Life

Hear ye, hear ye, Badgers all and sundry, and hark to my mad plan!
As you may or may not know, November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo, in some other, unrelated nation. But, I say! this should not stop us from partaking of the rich smorgasbord of doing something gigantic just because someone irrelevant said so. No! Hell no! So here is my suggestion: this year, for NaNoWriMo, we all write our autobiographies.
Only, we fill them with lies. Grand, hideous, bizarre lies! 50,000 words of pure, unadulterated, self-centered balderdash from each and every one of us!
You can put in some tea if you want.

Why Oh Why

Yet Another Quick Link, And Yes, I Am Irreparably Late

Because I simultaneously love and hate you all, here's Green Evening Stories, which is simultaneously splendid and permanently unfinished. Enjoy! Until you reach the end, which is also the middle, and attain the gut-wrenching realization that you're cut off from any more, forever.

One More for the Road

(one more link, that is)

If you were to read a comic about cats in prohibition-era St. Louis, you would prefer said comic to be tastefully sepia-toned, right?

Right.

Well, it matters to me

"Don’t tell us what happened: tell us why it matters."

That's the single most useful writing tip ever. The rest of the article pales in comparison.

Goddammit Incognito, Work!

A tableau at the breakfast table.

“You are clearly mistaken, Madam!” I said. “My name is Charles Therrault, and I’m a trout and salmon salesman from Salem, Massachusetts. I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

“For heaven’s sake,” my mother said, “I just asked you to pass the orange juice.”