I need this today.
Book plug post!
Apocalypse All the Time is post-post-apocalypticism. The apocalypse happens on a weekly (if not daily) basis and Marshall is sick of it. Life is constantly in peril, constantly disrupted, but nothing significant every really happens as a result. It’s always handled. Marshall wants out; he wants it all to end. In short, the book explores what about the end times holds such fascination for humanity and what impact such a fascination has on the way we live our lives.
Life is absurd, ultimately beyond our comprehension, in [some awesome accomplishment] David Atkinson’s latest short story collection Not Quite So Stories. Themes of adolescence, marriage, work, and death intersect in stories that will leave the reader at times amused, sorrowful, pensive, hopeful, and marveling at the bizarre things that make people tick.
Don’t you hate it when you may (or may not) be trapped endlessly in a Village Inn with your ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend, coincidentally your ex-best friend? That’s the kind of day Cassandra is having. In a homogenized world that is left mostly empty so everyone can feel comfortable, The Garden of Good and Evil Pancakes explores the fictions we tell ourselves and the fictions we tell ourselves about the fictions we tell ourselves. See the trailer on EAB Publishing’s YouTube page.
Bones Buried in the Dirt features a young boy named Peter. Ranging from ages four to twelve, Peter’s stories focus on the sort of moments in childhood that get buried in the mind but never fully get absorbed, the moments that constantly come to the surface later in life and shape identity. The result is a sonar picture of the individual Peter will become.
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You know what I haven’t had in forever? Spray cheese.
That seems really odd right now. The stuff isn’t even really food so I doubtless shouldn’t be eating it, but it seems really odd right now that I haven’t eaten it in ages. I used to eat it all the time on road trips as a kid.
“We don’t have enough for a movie.”
“Well, just pad it out with shots of a toad.”
“What? Why? What is that for?”
“I don’t know, just do it. It’ll make sense, like…it’s artistic or something.”
I wish RTD would put a regular driver on my route. We used to have regular drivers. Then they started switching them all out every couple of months, even more than the substitute drivers we’d just get a few times. It makes things more challenging than they really need to be, though I’m sure they do it because they don’t have enough drivers and my route isn’t important enough. I just wish they’d establish regulars.
Drivers new to the route take longer because they aren’t familiar with where and how to go. They use the brake/gas more, resulting in neck-snapping rough ride. Given that this is a bus that goes in and out of downtown at peak times, it can be a problem. Regular drivers learn how it goes and things go way faster and smoother, way more comfortable. Our drivers start out really rough and then things get better as they learn the route. Then RTD switches them out again.
I just wish they could keep regular drivers on the route, since I take it almost every day.
There must be a narrow age range for storm drain tunnel exploration. You know, the tunnels that connect the storm grates on the street eventually to creeks and rivers. Not sewage, just storm runoff. You have to have them or you’d flood when it rained, and cities with rivers or creeks going through even more so. You can get some fascinating networks of these in a city (I’ve seen cement tubes twelve feet in diameter or so, small old ones made of brick, corrugated steel covered in tar, living cave formations, and more), if you’re into that sort of thing, which I am.
When you’re under a certain age though, exploration can be difficult. I’ve run into tunnels so long that I couldn’t get away from my parents long enough to explore them fully. I’ve had cops called on me because people worried about kids getting stuck under grates and note being able to get out. I’m old enough now though. I could get to any one I want and explore as long as I want. Right?
Yeah…imagine if the cops found a forty year old guy crawling around a storm drain tunnel? I don’t think that would go well. I think there’s a narrow range for this when you can do what you want without coming off really creepy.
I’m past that, I believe.
My wife and I don’t usually agree on programming. I don’t care for much of the reality television she watches, and she isn’t especially fond of the cartoons I go for. Her dislike of Bob’s Burgers is a pretty easy to understand. She doesn’t care for the humor. Even I’m only so much for it, kind of getting depressed if I try to watch more than one episode at a sitting. After all, it’s very sitcom oriented for a cartoon. I usually need a bit more of an escape than that. Rick and Morty is a little more unusual though. She doesn’t like their teeth.
Seriously, the teeth are what get her. She can appreciate the humor and the plots, but those rounded teeth set her on edge. They bug her. Nothing really to be done about it. I just thought it was odd.