Monthly Archives: October 2009

Happy Halloween

Each night father fills me with dread
As he sits at the foot of my bed
I don’t mind that he speaks
In gib­bers and squeaks
But for seven­teen years he’s been dead.

From The Lis­ting Attic, Edward Gorey. Circa 1954.
For some gory Gorey, see my Com­pul­sions.
Happy Halloween.

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Keep your girl chil­dren out of out­fits that sexua­lize, and keep your­self out of out­fits that

Make Me Smile On Old School Friday

The theme on this old school fri­day is Makes Me Smile.
From the time I was around 9 or 10, thanks to my father’s collec­tion, this has been the one. I’m sure I’ve pos­ted this here before, but it is what it is. It makes me smile.
My First My Last My Everything, Barry White.

OSF spon­so­red by Con­ver­sa­tions With Marva

Conversation With Myself

Bat­ting a head con­ti­nually against anything cau­ses the brain to waf­fle back and forth inside the skull. This can cause brui­sing, and repea­ted brui­sing can cause brain damage. I get it. What I’m not clear on is why we are having con­gres­sio­nal hea­rings about the situa­tion.
We strug­gle with making amend­ments to pre­vent rapists from

Things That Go Bump in the Night, They Bite they Bite

We never really cele­bra­ted Hallo­ween when I was a child, at least not the way it is done here. My love of the the frigh­te­ning and the maca­bre came not from trick or trea­ting and scary Hallo­ween sto­ries, but from lite­ra­ture. If you’ve been here awhile you know of my love of Poe. I’ve writ­ten