Posted in Dasad Adventures, Wanderings, tagged 500 Days of Summer, Anaheim, As You Like It, bathrooms, catholic, church, darkness, District 9, fast food, food, humor, Jacques, life, mass, movie reviews, movies, Ponyo, religion, reviews, shakespeare, stories, take out, tales, travel on September 30, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
‘Last scene of all
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.’
Sunday morning, crawling to the bathroom, my sense of touch had the nerve to up and leave me. Even after stubbing my toe on one of the wine boxes, the numbing sensation in my accelerator [...]
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Posted in Shots After Midnight, tagged animals, bickering, diet, elephants, fables, family, horrors, kings, lions, meat, midnight tales, monkeys, monsters, oddity, pride, stories, tales, wildebeest, writing on April 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
As night falls here at the pub, Jameson and Bailley’s fill our glasses and loose our tongues. Tales emerge to accompany us on our long walk home through the darkness . . .
Brigid and Kevin were fighting again. No one knew the argument began: a touch on the shoulder, a misplaced word, a subtle [...]
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Music possesses the innate ability to transport people to realms of their own imaginings. Enchanted snow-covered forests, gem-encrusted caves, sand-blasted temples, and bridge-linked villages roosting high among starlight-encrusted evergreens.
At least that’s where my music takes me. J.R.R. Tolkien poses in his essay on Fairy-Tales that we as [...]
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Posted in Whiskey Tales, tagged books, class, education, insanity, life, lunch, movies, names, reading, school, social tagging, stories on June 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“Why on Earth do you read them more than once?”
The questioner’s tone of voice drips with shock and disbelief as if I had casually admitted to sniffing white-out. Moments prior I had casually mentioned to the girl sitting next to me (a beautiful freckled young lady equipped with a British accent, a [...]
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Posted in Stumbling Sober, tagged books, family, Harry Potter, insanity, life, potato tuffs, reading, stories, writing on May 12, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Presently I am recovering from particularly viral strain of “story sickness.” At least, that is the name I give to it, that passionate “fevered” desire to complete a particularly imaginative or well-told tale, and the effects are not pretty. The story envelops me. I cannot eat. I cannot sleep. I relinquish all work – as [...]
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Seeing my dazed and despondent look on my face, a fellow classmate asked me several weeks ago how my one o’clock class had gone. I answered him with a story, whose moral could be applied to any of the various classes attended this semester:
Once upon a time in Japan there lived a [...]
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