recounting heated arguments from social media is the lowest form of blogging... but i just gotta open the pressure valve.
i just got a small iced americano from the coffee shop downstairs from my office. You know, to help me get to the end of the day. The barista proceeded to pour - no shit - eight shots of espresso over the 12 oz cup of ice.
if anyone needs me, i’ll be jogging through 17th century Europe.
Wow. Just, WOW.
reading over the "What Are You Working On" post on IO9, i just can't help but be blown away. I know so many folks - myself included - who're creative toilers, imagining and hoping and believing that they could put something out into the world that could make them famous - or at least just bring them up…
We had a lot of fun last time with your six-word stories that covered everything from a moon-landing with a very different ending ("That's no moon!" screamed Neil Armstrong. -Armagh-Planet) to a rewrite of Hemingway's original six-word tale ("Kid has tentacles. Sell baby shoes." -angusm). Let's write some more!