"A wakeup call for budding sociopaths" or "bitter red pills for the resistant"-

Okay, start here if you haven't: RT @ evilrooster: Theory: PUA/Game is not seduction. It's victim selection: filter for women whose boundaries you can violate.Now, hear me out...or tell me this exists...or something. Kickstarter ( Read more... )

It doesn't feel like much (I haven't been writing, mostly), and I've not been submitting like I need to, but somehow I managed to succeed with a few pieces this year. :)

poetry publications
The Truth of Television Show Cancellations - Every Day Poets, 2012-09-24
Illuminating the Core Text - Every Day Poets, 2012-05-07
deconstructing the mind's eye ( Read more... )

I know this isn't Facebook, so I shouldn't post a link and run. So, umm. The link: Michael Lewis profiles Barack ObamaIt's a day-in-the-life, but many days woven together in a just-so-complex manner. It's interesting to me as a piece of how Obama ostensibly thinks (never can trust what gets written on the internet these days, and can't trust a ( Read more... )

Life! Life is. My last summary update. Not much has changed? Rah rah rah! But...day to day?

My office has the indefinite loan of a Makerbot replicator, and I've been learning its idiosyncrasies. I've printed out three different iPad stands from thingiverse, and one iPad "sound deflector". I'm doing iPad work at work, so it's reasonable ( Read more... )

The Niteblade Blog Train is rolling on through, despite my nearly missing it. I'm trying to think of just the right metaphor...but the closest thing I can think of is that the different realities weren't quite synced. Ah, the (broken?) (mind?) (of?). Yes. I remembered quite well three days ago; and two days ago. But yesterday was a mess of round-I- ( Read more... )

What sort of writer are you? I'm a pantser, by and large. Read about it over on inkpunks, where I've got a guest blogpost =)

When you stand on the edge, what do you see? Stories....

"Credencium" started over 12 months ago as a vague idea that was hurriedly turned into an outline over the span of several days. I've  had a soft spot for magical realism, and gutterpunk culture, and the mixing of the two for a while. I wrote my first NaNoWriMo with such a mindset (trunked and ( Read more... )

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Sam looked around the room at all the empty desks. He was early, for once, and felt good about that; but the empty feeling in his stomach wouldn’t leave. Was he ready for a new school? Would they like him? God, how high school of him, wondering if he would fit in-but this was high school, so that was appropriate in its own, awkward way. At least he ( Read more... )

I think I'm doomed to never complete #5minutefiction in the allotted time (I almost always _start_ after the buffer on entry is past), but ... hey. A cute one this week, imo ~

Empathy Training

He’d lie awake, chilled from the cold sweats that troubled his infrequent dozing. He’d curse, in a dozen languages, the turns that had brought him to this ( Read more... )