Saturday, January 24, 2009
I hit F5 once more and wait a few moments while the screen repopulates, looking through the columns for the third time this morning. Nothing’s changed, of course, but once in a long while you hit that perfect point when you’re in sync with a guy in shipping/receiving somewhere when he’s scanning in that [...]
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Is this you?
Cut to a pair of hands clawing at a roll of saran wrap, trying to find some purchase on the cylinder.
Has this ever happened to you?
Cut to a pair of hands haplessly attempting to form hamburgers out of cold beef.
I think we’ve all had enough of this!
Cut to a man grasping at the [...]
Second post in and I’m already breaking the longform rule, alas.
I just wanted to address some of the purpose of the blog in general and do something I hadn’t previously thought to do.
While this is definitely a place to showcase longform work specifically to the sort of people who are interested in longform work (it’s [...]
The two combatants squared off, regarding each other across the flat white plane of snow dotted only with the faint slender brushstrokes of a few sparse trees in the distance. Pete’s breath hung lazily in the frigid air as he considered Ragnar the Bandit King.
Ragnar was shorter than he’d expected, but no less fearsome for it. Clad in furs from only the fiercest and strongest of bears; kodiaks, polar bears. Some say the bears themselves were nine feet tall and that Ragnar wrestled them to death with his own bare hands. The furs were stained and filthy with dirt and blood but somehow still took on a regal cast. He hefted a massive bastard sword, taller than himself and notched from battles with foes past. His beard was a thing to behold, long and braided with the gleaming spoils of many a raid woven into it.