“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” ~ Kahlil Gibra, from The Prophet

Atticus, the anonymous poet from Canada

“Writers remember everything . . . especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he’ll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar.”  ~ Stephen King, from Misery

Sunday afternoon, very windy with dropping temperatures, 46 degrees.

We woke up to vicious wind this morning: The tire swing was soaring around the big oak tree, and the bamboo wind chimes were almost parallel to the porch. The temperatures earlier were in the mid 50s, but they have since dropped considerably.

So I was reminded of another poem, this one by Amy Lowell, another poet whose work I used to include in my literature classes. “Purple Grackles” is actually quite a long poem, so I decided to just include a few relative lines here:

I know that wind,
It blows the Equinox over the seeds and scatters them,
It rips petals from petals, and tears off half-turned leaves.
There is rain on the back of that wind.
There is magic in this and terror
And I watch an Autumn storm
Stripping the garden
Shouting black rain challenges
to an old, limp Summer
Laid down to die in the flower-beds. ~ Amy Lowell, from “Purple Grackles”

Anyway, the good news is that my ring finger actually looks like it’s beginning to heal, and the cut on my right pinky looks much better after I applied a Manuka ointment and dressed it yesterday; I also applied a bunch to my right calf, which I hadn’t realized was wounded until the day after that dog fight.If you don’t know about Manuka honey, it’s a really wonderful natural antibacterial; it is sources from New Zealand. This site has a really good description of its benefits.

That’s about all for today. Typing is still very awkward and a bit painful if I forget and use my ring finger. Here’s hoping that situation remedies soon.

More later Peace.

Music by Boy Epic, “Scars”


If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .

Yeah, so not so much Friday, as if you weren’t already patently aware of this . . .

17 Things English Majors Are Tired Of Hearing

Just for fun, here are a couple of my favorites:

11. “Oh, creative writing? Sometimes I write for fun too!”
17 Things English Majors Are Tired Of Hearing
12. “I’ve been up all night, this problem set is killing me. It must be so nice to just write an essay.”
17 Things English Majors Are Tired Of Hearing

Ring Pop as social commentary? Unbelievable . . .

Twitter does Stephen King, a selection:

Carrie (1974)
The tale of a brave girl with telekinesis taking the ice water challenge during prom.

‘Salem’s Lot (1975)
A writer fights vampires.

The Shining (1977)
A writer fights his family.

Rage (1977)
Breakfast Club, but with guns.

The Stand (1978)
An overly long advertisement for Kleenex.

Firestarter (1980)
A 426 page lesson about why children shouldn’t play with fire.

Cujo (1981)
Dogs are assholes.

Insomnia (1994)
The book that everyone always says “cured their insomnia” but in reality is actually quite good.

I still haven’t figured this one out yet . . .

Bringing you all the news that fits within our strange rubric of make-believe.


I do not like them, Sam I Am.

Now that’s a vet who knows how to market.

A new take on the graveyard shift:

Can’t remember if I’ve already posted this one, but again, love the marketing of this:

Looks like the skeleton Corey bought for Halloween:

“Memo to Justin Bieber: For the young celeb, life is a banquet of free food. What they don’t tell you is that you are often the last course.” ~ Stephen King, January 23, 2014 Twitter

Friday leftovers on a Saturday . . .

The collective noun for baboons is commonly troop, but members of the genus Papio, also called dog-faced monkeys, are colloquially referred to as a congress . . .

This is one of the reasons why I enjoy tumblr so much: these serendipitous bits of humor and loveliness. In this case, the image below sparked a whole fan base, including comics, videos, and even a t-shirt. Here is the link:

The real Miss Officer is now on tumblr. And if you haven’t seen her interview, she is just as cute in real life as in the comic.

And this is another, Tom Hiddleston hugs (He just seems like a genuinely nice guy . . . ):

Blizzard cam, meet Polar Bear. Polar Bear, meet blizzard cam . . .

Here’s a new Anne Emond comic:

And finally, if you want to read one of the funniest news stories ever written about a woman, a gun, lingerie, and um, body parts, go here. I won’t ruin it for you. Trust me, though. It’s a doozy.