This nightmare is a chaotic roar, a confused jumble of moments that may or may not have happened. The world is fractured like a broken funhouse mirror and, in each distorted shard, a story plays out. Sounds and sights and emotions overlap. It’s overwhelming. If, however, the mind can focus on one of the multiple and simultaneous shards of ( Read more... )

In the interest of clearing up any lingering confusion: I do not play the guitar.  I don't sing.  Ever.

The curses have been relatively benign in the past week.  I assume this means we can expect the worst on Halloween.

Shilo?  Would you like to go to the pumpkin patch?  With me.  We can get a couple to carve--a couple pumpkins.  If you would ( Read more... )

Today's curse apparently involves werewolves. I recommend staying inside.

Yesterday might have been one of the last decent days to walk through the gardens. The summer plants are dormant now and the autumn blooms are opening. (This holds true for much of the garden, but certain areas appear to be immune to seasonal changes. There was a healthy ( Read more... )