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Do You Wish You Had This As A Book?
To celebrate the twentieth anniversary of The Insafemode Blog, I'm putting out three volumes of highly edited books that tell the Insafemode story in a somewhat conventionally narrative flow.
I've just launched a campaign to fund the printing of the first book "All My Exes Live In Sex Flicks."
This book starts with "Slow Flashes", as series of ( Read more... ) -
Perspectives (Part 4: Majoring In Drama)
#1 asks:despite the fact that he frustrates, I think that I've fallen for him what defines "fallen" in your opinion?3:23 AM I'm looking for real responses here not something contrived
When it comes to gravity, I'm stupid. I don't know how or why it works. I've heard things about the moon, and Newton's apple. I've even fallen down stairs just to ( Read more... ) -
It's Like There's A Party In My Balls, And Everyone's A Freshman
The comic book store has signs like skin has pores. Like an ocean has hydrogen molecules. Like sororities have STDs. Like lazy authors have analogous similes. When our stores have sales, the signs cover the front window, the door, the ceiling, the shelves, the counters, and, in some stores, even the floors.
This is why no one can ever tell when ( Read more... ) -
Splinters (Perspectives Part 3)
Perspectives (Part 3: Splinters) 02/28/2010
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Everything splinters over a time. Sometimes it's a gradual shaving, and sometimes an explosion. Whether beautiful or troubling usually depends on where the splinters land. A kaleidoscope of colored wood on the floor being much preferable to a single blade of tarnish lodged in the plantar.
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Sigh-ignora
In case you hadn't noticed, this journal is now, officially, finished. Haven't been able to really get back into LJ since the foolish hacker nonsense. I have, however, finally purchased a website. And, finally transferred most of the entries from this journal, and from my blogger, and from my old LJ to that new site. I will be restarting the ( Read more... ) -
No Time Like The Present (Perspective: Part Two)
The first time my parents came to visit me at Torpor Heights boarding school, my dorm adviser told my parents that I had the sort of personality that adjusted well to change. "Everything that happen. It is like nothing to him. Is just. Day." And, broken English aside, she wasn't wrong ( Read more... ) -
Perspective
The problem with jumping out of a plane and into the middle of an ocean is mainly about perspective.
One: I can't gauge how far away the water is from my point of entrance in the sky. I'm wearing a parachute, but not entirely sure that pulling it is going to do me any favors.
Two: The ocean is fucken vast. I don't know for certain that I can't ( Read more... ) -
Where Am I?
An update about lack of updates ( Read more... ) -
The Fix
During the last Depression ( Read more... ) -
All's Well That Ends (Part 4: An Eye On Roads)
I started this story in August, and, during the great computer crisis of '08, neglected to continue it. I'm continuing it now. The links below go to the first three parts. More is on the way. Much. Much more. This story takes place, not now, but in August 08, and will be archived there in a few days.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Roads only end in ( Read more... )