I like my new outlook on things. I don't know why I didn't do this sooner, honestly. It really was easy, once I did it. Things are just better ( Read more... )

The grasshopper whispers its song in the tall weeds. The moon is a bright, pale nightlight, casting high shadows onto the night walls, but illuminating any dangers lurking along the ground. The Super-Secret American Ninja Kawa Saki tip-toes up to the enemy fort ( Read more... )

Today was weird. I actually feel (get ready)...good. Not fantastic, not great, I still got some things to deal with...but I just feel good. I went to work a little early, took care of some bidnass that needed taking care of, had fun with the kids (even the smartmouth one who had a comment even if no one was talking to him), and enjoyed a bit o' ( Read more... )

I know the secret of time travel. You're looking at a little bit of it right now. See, what I'm writing this very moment, won't be read by you until a later moment. Thus, I have accomlished time travel, I am speaking to you from the past, or rather, giving you a message in the future ( Read more... )

One wild weekend, with consequences delayed for a little while. My brain is now mush. I have re-evaluated tons of things, am now confused about a few different things, and basically, can't put together two coherent sentences about me to save my life ( Read more... )

As the sun finally sank past the waterline, Jordan sank to her knees on the floating dock. The sky still had a bright, orange, fresh view, but the air had become that crisp, cold snap of summer night. She knew she shouldn't be out there, but Jimmy Rafferty dared her to go, and now, she was stuck. Jimmy had run off, after taunting her and chiding ( Read more... )

I sometimes wonder why God does things the way He does. Sure, people say that's a very arrogant question...like we'd ever be good enough to know what He wants from us. Well, to that, I say fuck you. I want to know ( Read more... )

The fog settled onto the streets, clouding almost all vision completely. The lamp post light became a soft blur, shining in a two foot circle, the cobblestone street was a black sea of bumps and rolls. Detective Flask leaned on the pole, popping a stick of gum into his mouth. He pulled his trench coat closed, and his fedora a bit tighter down on ( Read more... )

I have found a glimmer of inspiration. I spit out a nice little short story (inspired by a fellow LJer, I'll add), but I can see it becoming a longer running character in a series of short stories. His name is Chance Meager, and he's a rather "Calvin and Hobbes"-ish character, but not quite as odd. Sure, his daydreams take main precedent in the ( Read more... )

Inspiration is a tricky mistress, that's for sure ( Read more... )