So this one time, my brother’s car crapped out in my driveway. The next day, I text him and tell him I had diagnosed the problem.

So this one time, my brother’s car crapped out in my driveway. The next day, I text him and tell him I had diagnosed the problem.


Cat sitting.


Cat sitting.

I find it rather disturbing that my to-do list knows when I need a pick-me-up. It’s nice tho #carrot #skynetiscoming

I find it rather disturbing that my to-do list knows when I need a pick-me-up. It’s nice tho #carrot #skynetiscoming

Writing a book is easy. Writing a *good* book is hard. It’s like shitting out a typewriter one painful, jagged mechanical part at a time. — (via terribleminds)

An informal poll about favorite words!

As I am a fan of good stories, I am also a fan of words. I have always been of the opinion that most people are, they just aren’t aware of it.

My favorite word has been genuflect.

genuflect |ˈjenyəˌflekt|verb [ no obj. ]lower one’s body briefly by bending one knee to the ground, typically in worship or as a sign of respect: she genuflected and crossed herself.• [ with adverbial ] show deference or servility: politicians had to genuflect to the far left to advance their careers.DERIVATIVESgenuflection |ˌjenyəˈflekSHən|noun,genuflector |-tər|nounORIGIN mid 17th cent. (in the sense ‘bend (the knee)’): fromecclesiastical Latin genuflectere, from Latin genu ‘knee’ +flectere ‘to bend.’

It’s not so much because of what the word “genuflect” means: I just like the way it sounds and the way that it feels in my mouth when I say it.

Have a favorite word? Don’t be shy! Leave it in the comments section below!

PS, ineffable really means “too extreme to be described into words”


My cat looks like a rotisserie chicken.


My cat looks like a rotisserie chicken.

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A brief word on book trailers.

No: These are not book trailers full of books.

Something not a lot of people know about (I didn’t know anything about them until a couple of months ago) is the fact that authors now create “trailers” to promote their books. Their is very little difference between a movie “trailer” and a book “trailer” save one crucial detail: A lot of the book trailers suck.

Recently I discovered book trailer gold via one Mr. Chuck WendigIt is very much NSFW.



Cleveland baseball fans stand against racism by #DeChiefing their gear

In the past few months, debate surrounding the use of racial caricatures as pro sports mascots has reached a fever pitch. Just ask the Washington Redskins, who’ve endured significant backlash for both their refusal to change their name and their half-assed attempts to placate their critics.

But a few miles west, fans of the MLB’s Cleveland Indians are taking a stand. In a motion of solidarity, a small but growing number have been “de-Chiefing” their paraphernalia by removing the offensive “Chief Wahoo” mascot from caps and jerseys that bear its likeness.

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In which, I weirdly gain respect for Robert Pattinson.

I… I don’t know. I happened across this little gem and… I’m just so used to cringing every time I see him or anyone else related to “The Series of Books That Shall Not Be Named”.

I still don’t know if I should shit or go blind. It’s just so chocked full of awesome. Do yourself a favor and watch this little beauty all the way through.



In which Jace Clayton, aka DJ /Rupture, challenges you to take a walk from where you live and find the quietest place. Once you’re there, take it in for a moment and then make a short video or take some photos there.

Such a cool assignment from Jace Clayton.

I’m a Lucky Man.

It’s true: I am a lucky man. I come from a family that is there for me and I have a family of my own that I just think is the bee’s knees.

But more importantly, I feel that I am a lucky man because I can read. Please don’t stop reading this post. This isn’t going to be some preachy, “boo-hoo there are so many people out there who are grown adults that can’t read, boo-hoo” type of post. 

No offense, but fuck those people. They made a choice to not learn a basic skill.  (Additionally, I applaud their cockroach-like ability to survive and move forward into their adulthood without learning this basic skill).

I digress…

Suffice it to say, I am an avid reader. I haven’t always been one though. From the time that I learned how to read up until my junior year of high school, I would do anything that I could NOT to read. If I had the choice between reading and shoving my face into a homeless man’s bare ass, well, you get the idea…

To this day, I still don’t know what my former aversion to reading was. Maybe because my parents didn’t read to me regularly? Who knows? The point is, is that when I hit my junior year I met my first wholly positive influence in my life: Mr.Barker, my American Lit teacher. The first book he had us read was “On The Road”. After I read that book, I knew what I wanted to do with my life. It’s clichéd, I know. But then again, using the word “clichéd” is clichéd. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, hippy.

Lately, I have been reading all these cool graphic novels like Violent Cases, 1602, and Asterios Polyp as well as some actual novels (these are like graphic novels except they don’t have the pretty pictures) like THUD! and Horns.

The second I finished Horns, my first thought was "Fuck me, I love reading".

What about you, kind reader? What are your thoughts on this matter? AND More importantly what good reads have been giving you brain-gasms as of late?





if you’re blue and you don’t know where to go to

why don’t you go where fashion sits


i hate this

putin on the ritz

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in the end im not cool or punk or anything i just listen to loud music in an attempt to drown everything else out

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