Catastrophe Jones

Tag: not writing

  • A NOTE:

    A NOTE:

    For those of you trying to follow along from home, and noticing an inability to go from one issue to the next (or back, to reread your favorite parts) mea culpa!  A few dates had gotten changed, and that messed with links, as anyone who uses WordPress can attest.  But now — The DeathWatch page is…

  • Two bullets in the TV…

    You fill up my senses, like a night in the forest, like a mountain in springtime, like a walk in the rain. “S’music fucking sucks, right man?” “…” “Samatter? You don’ like conversa’in’r somethin?” “…” “Jesus, man, I’m just tryina make a connec–jesuschrististhatfuckingthingreal?” “…” “Okay I’m gone! I’m gone, don’t freak out on me all…

  • It’s My Birthday!

    I used to get ridiculously excited for my birthday every year, and then, getting older, there were a few times I was actually Scrooge-y on May 15th, but this year, I’m feeling celebratory. It’s my happy birthday, today, and I’m going to enjoy the day, just because. This post isn’t fiction, has nothing to do…

  • It's My Birthday!

    I used to get ridiculously excited for my birthday every year, and then, getting older, there were a few times I was actually Scrooge-y on May 15th, but this year, I’m feeling celebratory. It’s my happy birthday, today, and I’m going to enjoy the day, just because. This post isn’t fiction, has nothing to do…

  • This week’s top searches that landed you weirdos on my blog include:

    ‘too late 2014 world catastrophe coming’ — Yeah, you’re probably right. It’s been foretold my coming would end the world. ‘thinking too much solution’ — I prefer scotch, but hey, if you prefer my writing, by all means. ‘fucking in bed’ — Bo-ring. Pick somewhere else to fuck, yeah? ‘is ‘hie stranger’ flirting?’ — Maybe?…