Who's that a-tappin' at my chamber window?
Why, it's none other than SHOCKtober! Let me tell you, she is primed and gross and ready for action. She's got her candy corns on standby, alternating black and orange plastic spider rings on every finger, and chin putty liberally applied in many places that certainly
No Skips: Takako Mamiya - LOVE TRIP (1982)
If you have been reading or listening to my bleatings and blatherings for any legth of time, then you know I harbor big fantasies about becoming the Great Value version of KAB's own Stevie Wayne. The closest I've gotten so far is the plaid shirt I
What would the neighbors say?
My gramma's house--that is to say the house my mother grew up in--was the sort of ordinary and unremarkable house that is becoming unattainable for the ordinary and unremarkable buyer of today. It was smack in the middle of a dead end street full of perfectly fine small-ish
Possession is nine-tenths of this post
If you were to look up "What seeing The Exorcist at a formative age does to a motherfucker" in the dictionary, you might pause a moment to think "Wow, the OED is really just adding anything at all these days, huh?" But you might also see
What is Avenue X?
(Pretend there are Angelfire gifs of construction-type caution tape and "pardon our dust" stuff here.) This is Avenue X, a brand new home for things I write and who knows what else! It will be up and running here shortly (those Angelfire gifs are working hard behind the