Continued from Part One and Part Two “Touch it,” Mark said. The body on the floor looked smaller to Logan than the frightening Mr. Hornbuckle had when he was alive. Logan remembered when he first met the old man. It was at the supermarket a few years back. Logan’s mother let him pick out something sweet while she was buying….
Continued from Part One The boys made their way to the house, carefully ducking behind fence and trees along the way. Mark was the first to arrive, touching the side of the house in victory. He turned back and waved the others over. David, Drew, AJ and Logan joined him at the southeast corner of Mr. Hornbuckle’s home. The house….
Logan was playing with a football out in the street with his friends. It was the middle of summer. They had nowhere else to be. Summer afforded them that opportunity. Throwing the football around was not the enjoyable part, though. It was simply an excuse for them to all come together, to hang out as friends without any cares in….
Like all of you, I’ve been playing Draw Something constantly. Even though Dan Porter is a jerk, it’s a good social game. I’m sure Zynga will find a way to manipulate the fun out of it, though. Until then, I’ll keep playing, and here are some strategies that might help you with it. Colors! Colors are your best friend. When….
There are 7 billion people on this planet, and not a single one of them is thinking about you right now. You’re alone. And that can be depressing. And if you ever tell someone that you feel lonely, they’ll advise you to go out and meet people, completely ignoring the fact that they’re a person and could therefore help you…..
Socrates said that the unexamined life isn’t worth living. I’m not a fan of the guy myself, but this idea has always intrigued me. I may not be interpreting it correctly since I’m not much of a reader. I don’t know where it came from or why he said it. And perhaps the context matters. But it doesn’t matter to….
I had an accident in my bed today. It was the other guy’s fault. Technically I pulled out in front of him, but he had to have been going well over the speed limit. Assigning blame seemed pointless, though. We had collided, our furniture was totaled and we should be thankful to be alive. I rolled off of my deflating….
This blog post goes out to all you illiterate types out there. If this were a song, it would be your song. I’m not a big fan of books. It’s a matter of principle, really. They’re archaic. We have movies now. There’s simply no excuse to have to read something. Yes, I know. The typical argument for books is “You….