Fragments From the Memory Log, Entry Nine
From lessons to teachers, from lunch to recess, my first six years spent in elementary school was a vast and confusing channel of mixed transmissions ... (more...)
From lessons to teachers, from lunch to recess, my first six years spent in elementary school was a vast and confusing channel of mixed transmissions ... (more...)
When you're the French novelist Michel Houellebecq, you don't call Islam "the most stupid" of all monotheistic religions because you're a common hatemonger, you ... (more...)
I'd like to take this time to complain about something. Problem is, I want to do it about way too much stuff. Terrorism, religion, government, our ... (more...)
Or some geologist might think you're a terrorist.
I've gone and done it: having covered the subject once before, and really not all that long ago, still I find it again necessary ... (more...)
It's amazing (well, not all that really) how pre-release or beta testing is useful to nearly every sort of industry and institution. Even the ... (more...)
I am looking for a job. I don't say this to appeal for offers from the Blurried Musings readership; far from it. I'm just stating ... (more...)
Think I have it easy? You try doing My job for a day. What time is it? Let's see some more of that begatting. You're all nothing ... (more...)
Wouldn't it be great if we were given do overs for past life choices? Or better yet, that life would function more like a sketch ... (more...)
If you're an unfortunate enough soul to have the name Dingleberry imparted on you, I don't think you'd fall for an analysis claiming your ... (more...)
I've come upon a bit of a problem in my Blurried Musings submissions over the past week: I'm not in the mood. When I began ... (more...)