Of Pi
A perfect circle. Their smiling faces. A photograph for always. The taste of the pie was slightly off. He was not sure when exactly it had been baked, and there was no way that he could broach the subject without upsetting her,…
Keep It Regular
A perfect circle. Their smiling faces. A photograph for always. The taste of the pie was slightly off. He was not sure when exactly it had been baked, and there was no way that he could broach the subject without upsetting her,…
Is it wrong to say that I don’t want a new fucking editor for WordPress? This isn’t a case of me being a Luddite – more that I like the current editor because of its ease of use, and that makes for…
Who the fuck wants to be a sluggard? No one. Well, maybe some, but it really irks me to not have produced enough of late. I write as much as I can, but I have definitely not been writing much lately. Some…
Moving home disrupts stuff. It was a necessary thing though – I couldn’t have stayed in the old place any longer; the place itself was great, but the management sucked the proverbial. I haven’t written so much, and Nanowrimo kind of stalled…
my washing machine set to spin cycle my computer screen set to news cycle one gets things clean one makes you vent spleen barely an inbetween the whole world become obscene an uncivil war and what for? to make great again in…