Tag Archives: reading
Public Libraries are the greatest.
One of the first things I do when I move to a different town, after pooping in my new bathroom to establish dominance, but usually before setting up my Home Alone style security system of painful and hilarious traps, is find the … Continue reading
The hypocrisy of hope
It’s not easy being me. I mean, as an educated, healthy, wealthy, handsome, white, cis-gendered, heterosexual male, with ready access to nutritious food, luxurious shelter, fulfilling and lucrative employment, abundant recreation, and unwavering support from friends and loved ones, I guess, … Continue reading
I love reading. I hate myself when I read.
Every day on my way home from work I pass the local library, and every day I do my best to resist the urge to go in and browse. “But Y?” you axe, “reading is gud!” True. Reading is “gud”. … Continue reading
I may be a writer, but none of my friends like to read.
I’m not allowed to talk about reading or writing with my friends. They consider these activities to be deviant behavior, and they feel that openly discussing them is incredibly distasteful. I’m something of an enigma. A nerd without any nerd … Continue reading
True Fiction
Fiction, by definition, deals with information or events that are not factual. It is imaginary. Made up. Unreal. Ironically, the best fiction is successful entirely because it feels real. You don’t need flowery language to create an entertaining story. You don’t need … Continue reading