Doomtown

As I may have mentioned in previous posts , I consider myself to be Agnostic. This is often viewed with more confusion than hostility from both the secular and non secular public. The response I usually get when telling them about my belief system is, “So…you’re an Atheist is what you’re saying, right?” And to this, I will usually reply: “No, no. Well, not exactly.” And then I spend the next thirty minutes to an hour trying to explain what it is I do and do not believe in.   Basically I believe in the possibility of a God or Gods, but I’m not going to give a definitive answer on the subject until I receive some concrete, empirical proof. Since this proof will probably only come after I die-and maybe not even then-I’m keeping my options open until that tragic day. Because of this, I don’t subscribe to any particular religion. Personally, I doubt God/Goddess/Other cares one way or another how I celebrate His/Her/Its existence. If God/Goddess/Other is a good God, He/She/It would...

Still woefully behind on my word count, but here's a sample of what I have so far. This story is a little more serious than my usual stuff, so don't go into this expecting giggles. Unless the idea of Hitler's afterlife gives you the case of the happies. This is only a rough draft and is probably rife with spelling and grammar mistakes. Spellcheck SS and Grammar Nazis need not reply: Almost Eternal Avici   By Karen Williams, Written as Karen Plaisance   I found Hitler at the end of his life-that is to say, I found his spirit in the room where he died. This isn’t unusual. Most people, when they perish tarry in or near the area of their demise. For Adolf, this happened to be in the personal study of his Fuhrerbunker , a cold, damp room made to be as comfortable as possible for the former leader of the Third Reich. It must have been quite the shock for such a once powerful man to find himself alone in a tiny room, staring down upon the blood stained sofa whe...

I am tired. I am damn tired. I am soooo damn tired! You just don't know. Even though I told y'all at least three times. And I'm not just repeating myself to up my word count . Especially since I'm so far behind on my fifty-K submission, the NaNoWriMo stat site suggests that if I keep up this pace, I might be done with my fifty thousand words sometime in late January. I'm hoping to rectify this situation tomorrow night at the NaNo writer's Eastbank meet-up, but I'm not holding my breath. Still, I got a couple of good stories and two blog posts out of the deal (this one included) so it's all good. The reason I've been so lacking in vim and vigor lately is because I've foolishly agreed to work extra hours at the spa. This has got to be the worst possible time to do such a thing, but if my husband is willing to kill himself working two jobs, I can't very well refuse this form of suicide either, can I? I'm totally not typing that bitterly, ...

It is that time of year again, folks! The time of year when family members and favorite TV shows get ignored for an entire month, and grocery stores across the nation suffer from a mysterious shortage of coffee, notebooks, and writing material. The time of year when usually ordinary people go into a homicidal frenzy of mad typing, trying to reach that fifty-k word count by the end of November. It is NaNoWriMo people, and it is a beautiful thing. For those of you who have never participated, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month)is an annual creative writing challenge that happens every November. The goal is to write 50,000 words any time between November 1st until the deadline at November 30th, 11:59 PM. You can sign up and start any time during the month of November, even if it is one minute until the end of deadline. Because hope springs eternal, I guess. There is also no system in place to prevent cheating (cutting and pasting someone...

Last Tuesday I learned the hard way that when the zombie apocalypse goes down, I am totally screwed because I'm no good in a crisis. In fact, I suck gopher wang. Worse: I suck unwashed gopher wang. Like this, only with more wang. Unwashed. My husband came home from work Tuesday afternoon looking like utter crap. More so than usual. I don't say that to be mean, trust me. Darren is a handsome man. He's also a diabetic, not in the best of health, and he's killing himself working two jobs-one of which requires some heavy lifting. He usually leaves for the first job around 7:30 in the morning(sometimes earlier), works until 3:30 or 4:00 PM, leaves for his second job, and comes home around 7:30 or 8:00 PM. That's a long goddamn day, and as you might expect, he's usually exhausted by the end of it. Last Tuesday was his short day, so I expected him to be tired, but not as bad off as he usually is when he's working both jobs. I couldn't have been more wron...

Y'all are gonna think I lost my damn mind with this one. To be fair, it's been a long day of rubbing backs, and I didn't have a lot of time to search the internet for interesting things to amuse my dear reader(s). But after some quick searching, I found a YouTube video of an American Horror Story cat parody from The Pet Collective 's archives. Follow them here on YouTube and enjoy this video while I take a long and much deserved Epsom salt bath.

Back when I was a kid, there were these little comic booklets church going adults would give to kids to keep them quiet and to set them along the righteous path. The main message of these booklets was that everyone needed to accept Jesus as their Lord and savior like right now or else. They also taught that everything in the world is pure evil, everything but Jesus and the bible. The King James version of the bible. Not those other...less reliable versions ? These comics were evangelical tracts written and drawn by a man named Jack T. Chick ( Chick tracts ), and they were awesome in their foolishness. According to the word of Jack Chick, the list of evil things includes homosexuality , Catholicism , pornography , any religion that isn't Christian (except Catholicism because Catholics are bad, for some reason), and  Dungeons & Dragons , to a name a few. D&D was one of the biggies. There was some ...

I don't have a whole lot of time for television, what with all these internets needing to be surfed. But when I do find a show I like, kiss me goodbye and write me a post card, 'cause you won't be seeing me for a long time what with the fact that I'll be too busy binge watching the hell out that shit to care much about the world around me. If it's not on Netflix, I pine away, waiting for the next season to come out on Blu-Ray or DVD. Because how the hell am I supposed to sleep at night if I don't know Sam Winchester made it out of hell with both his soul and his wits intact ? Waiting for all the episodes of Forever to be available to download might drive me to the brink of insanity. Just the brink, mind you. I watched the pilot episode. It was meh . Ioan Gruffudd, alive and fully clothed. I don't always have time to binge watch the shows I like because there are these things called sleeping, eating, working, and sex with my husband that I have to do....