another link roundup
Originally posted at nora at inkstain.
Miss me? Go read some stuff. It will dull the ache a bit.
Ferrett: Lessons From Mr. Serena:
They started bringing toys - stink bombs they threw at me, snapped underneath my nose and forced me to smell. Twisted bits of black iron they called “scorpions” that sprang shut when they mashed it against my flesh. Some of them pretended to be my friend, simply so they could get me to say stupid things, which I always did.
If it was consistent, I probably would have grown numb. But some days they didn’t care. It was like an evil slot machine, where the jackpot was half an hour of shoving brutes.
Mur Lafferty: “Hey Now Everybody Now” (a part of her Fingertips project, which is brilliant even to people unfamiliar with the They Might Be Giants album that inspires it)
I rubbed his head affectionately, noting that his hair needed washing. Silly mother thoughts in the midst of a crisis - sure, we had a very real zombie situation, but I was worried someone would notice my son’s greasy hair.
“I know, baby,” I said. “Mommy can’t get you anything to eat right now, but soon. I promise.”
Miss me? Go read some stuff. It will dull the ache a bit.
Ferrett: Lessons From Mr. Serena:
They started bringing toys - stink bombs they threw at me, snapped underneath my nose and forced me to smell. Twisted bits of black iron they called “scorpions” that sprang shut when they mashed it against my flesh. Some of them pretended to be my friend, simply so they could get me to say stupid things, which I always did.
If it was consistent, I probably would have grown numb. But some days they didn’t care. It was like an evil slot machine, where the jackpot was half an hour of shoving brutes.
Mur Lafferty: “Hey Now Everybody Now” (a part of her Fingertips project, which is brilliant even to people unfamiliar with the They Might Be Giants album that inspires it)
I rubbed his head affectionately, noting that his hair needed washing. Silly mother thoughts in the midst of a crisis - sure, we had a very real zombie situation, but I was worried someone would notice my son’s greasy hair.
“I know, baby,” I said. “Mommy can’t get you anything to eat right now, but soon. I promise.”