My reading habits aren’t really that conducive or practical: I mean, as I go, every few chapters [or so], I write - often babble and often briefly. Because I’ve come to the conclusion that my Daybookery ought be more regularized, I figured this stuff fodder-worthy. Categorized: “As I Read Them” - being books, chapter by chapter. The Gunslinger was ( Read more... )

Gentle Readers ( Read more... )

Quit it, goddangit.

I was just until midway quite taken with Paul Melniczek’s “A Particular Haunting,” which appeared in the Spring 2008 issue of Space and Time Magazine (pp. 9-13); his was corporate bondage in the metaphysically literal sense, part of a soul-sucking jobmarket (here-here) substituting coin for individuality and thought. Read More ( Read more... )

"Lo and behold, the BBC recently opted to adapt another Jane Eyre - with Ellen Page, this time, as murky Jane. I saw Juno over the winter and, for at least an hour, I was completely smitten...." Read more at my lit.-oriented blahg Daybookery, and see me rag on Charlotte Bronte. And by all means, comment!

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The weather tempers here at just around six, and so it was just around then I earned my daily keep by raking - not just the yard, but the drainage pipes set in vicegrip at the delta of our driveway. You see, muck, sludge, and refuse gathers beyond the grate to clog it. After a heavy rain--let us assume it rains--the ditch subsequently floods: a ( Read more... )

To my friends--to males, I suppose, though you photogenic women of that persuasion ought by all means gawp--I sorely left to the North-with-a-capital-n: although I exist in a Disconnect thirty miles from the nearest town, I ventured today, for the first time on my own, into Gainesville, to indulge in book-shopping after I reminded myself last night ( Read more... )

Take a look at "Mine is Strength and Lust and Power!" in which I review one of my favorite comics, Gareth Hinds' Beowulf!

Check out my night's blahggery at Daybookery. "Midnight Blahggery in Georgia" is just sleep-laden drowse riddled with links and quotes. I also posted a couple days ago my musing on "Handwritten Stuff," if, um, that appeals to you.

On to Atlanta!

At, oh, two-odd-p.m. I ducked into a decked out Super 8--in Georgia, even the cheapest hotels are wonderfully gardened--and slept for five hours, having driven since late last night from Michigan through Indiana, Ohio, Kentucky, and Tennessee. I took a brief two-hour respite at a seedy little truck stop, but slept in my car. Now, refreshed (and ( Read more... )