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Archives for October, 2009

Halloween

Oh man, someone just reminded me that Halloween is coming up, and I have a couple of true-life horror story’s to write about. Today I’m going to write about something I came across in a history of homeopathy penned by William Harvey King and published in 1905 (yeah, I’m real fucking busy all the time):
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‘Nother Scorcher #1

Here is a video I made of myself arriving several years late to the YouTube party. No, it’s actually me telling a story I like to tell. As you may infer from the title, I have more of these, probably like a dozen more, I plan on getting better at this, stay with me.

Label

New label, about sleep. Text is from a book on witness testimony, which has a chapter reguarding sleepwalking. As usual, let me know if you want one, which reminds me…

… I also have a special sampling of labels originally meant for Whitney Ford-Terry in New York that came back. So if anyone wants labels and [...]

Why I Lied to All My Friends When I Moved to San Francisco (conclusion)

I’m going to gloss over a lot of the stalking part. It’s mostly just making sure I’m always across the street from Sherri. And also I would need to let her know Im still around or whatever. Sometimes I would put something really cool together like pulling her car out from the parking spot and [...]

Why I Lied to Everyone I Know When I Moved to San Francisco (Part 3)

Right now I am in Sherri’s office, writing this. It’s nice. Mostly dark with a spattering of colored LED lights here and there, professionally cleaned, the blue glow of the monitor, a faint smell of a vinyl couch, etc. Just generally pretty quiet and nice. Im not at Sherri’s desk, someone else’s kids’ pictures are [...]

Why I Lied to Everyone I know When I Moved to San Francisco (part 2)

I have a lot of respect for people who work nights, but that’s another story. Sherri Ford worked nights to put herself through a real estate program at community college. She was driving home after a Kinko’s shift when her life started to go awry.
The night was inky. It had cool mist in columns of streetlight, [...]