About me

I've been writing stories for years. I think I'm a good writer and I'm willing to bet you'll feel the same way. So here they are. Enjoy them, comment on them, tell your friends about'em, reblog them, retweet them, reread them. I have four stories in my archive so far:
"One day on the Mountain", a story of Lycanthropy, a father, and a son.
"The Boy", a story of a very ambitious and sociopathic fifth grade boy.
"The Easy Girl, A story of infidelity and unpaid sexual debts. This story is very dark.
"Brick The Mighty", a story of an aging superhero.
Although this is primarily a blog of horror, I also write about things that are important to me. I have more stories tucked away; they just need editing. There's even a few novels. There will be more to come.
PS. Feel free to leave a comment. I love comments.

Saturday, 7 January 2012

A lonely Saturday night on the Internet

Too easy and ethnocentric, I know. 
The school needs to call this man.
   Internet people are visual. I don't have a lot to blog about tonight; I really shot my wad with my Stephen King review last night.So instead I’m going to fill you in on what’s been going on. Just a little pause for station identification, if you will. Also, some funny pictures. 

Someone in my son’s class has been making death threats. This is the fourth grade, so the kids are between 8-10 (my son’s nine). Someone found a note in her backpack. It said If you don’t stop talking to me I will kill you. This is the second such note. 

Now, when I heard about this, I thought that teachers in my day would have brushed that under the rug and continued on with the lesson on General Frontenac. But my kid’s teachers (there are two in a job-sharing situation) are taking it very seriously. First, they worked out that only a student within the fourth/fifth grade split class could have written the note. Then they asked the class en masse for the culprit to come forward. If you come forward and confess, things will be much easier for you. You know they’re searching the faces of every single person in that class, looking for the slightest guilty tremor. But nothing; no dice. 

The next step was a visit from the cops, and a lecture from those boys and blue about how serious it is to threaten someone with death. Each child has met the teacher alone for extra-special scrutiny: How do you think this person is feeling? How would you feel if you were that person? The final step: handwriting analysis. That’s right, they’re going CSI on a class of fourth and fifth graders. Each kid will have to submit some handwriting, and then the clock will start ticking. I doubt whoever did this was prescient enough to disguise his or her own handwriting. I also think that you could whittle down the pool of suspects by looking at the neatness of the handwriting: if it’s really neat, then a girl probably did it. I’m not being necessarily sexist: many of the student assignments are posted on the wall outside class, and the girls always have neater handwriting. 

I’ll keep you posted on the elementary school death threat situation, but in the meantime, some funny pictures. Because the internet has to have its dopamine fix, its visual stimulation, and its flashy and funny things. 
Beautiful steampunk pens. Drooling? They're Montblanc limited editions.  These five pens cost more than a house.

A rude ghost spying on kitty's derrier.

Spiders can be cute. Really!


  1. Do you know how the note was discovered in the girls backpack or what she told them about it? Do keep us informed.

    I like those pens. When I win the lottery I may buy the one on the end.

    Speaking of shooting wads, enjoy this photo! I see it all the time on Facebook. I almost peed myself from laughing so hard when I first saw it a few months ago.

  2. Terri, I think that 'boy' is Andy Milonakis. He's a comedian with a pituitary condition and he was born in 1976. One of his more well-known stunts was to descend upon a college campus and harass the pretty young ladies: "hey, wanna fuck? Hey red, does the carpet match the drapes?" Poor girls think he's nine and hilarity ensues.

    Anyways, we'll know Monday about the death threat. I get the feeling it may be solved discreetly and we'll never know who did it. If it was my son I'd want things kept quiet.

  3. Dang, knowing it's a grown man takes the fun out of it. I didn't recognize him but after looking him up on Wikipedia I do remember him from his old show on MTV. On one skit, he'd hang around outside a liquor store and try to get customers to buy him beer. He'd give them the money and some of the men would indeed buy it!

  4. Mac, your blog is being spammed by the two previous people and you might want to delete their comments.