Inhuman Swill : Page 15
Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.
Ella and the sphere of ultimate evil
In this brief wintry clip, Ella demonstrates her rebounding technique:
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They can have my crayons when they pry them from my cold, dead hand
Over in her journal, Sarah Prineas posed this question: I'd like to hear, either in comments or linked to an entry in your blog, about how you started writing. I don't want to hear that you were a writer ever...
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Ella and the garden of Zen wrestling
Ella spars around a Japanese maple with her arch-nemesis Nyla for four and a half tranquil minutes, accompanied only by the soft, soothing sounds of news radio. Pure bliss-out:
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The 6.585 x 1021 ton elephant in the room
I began thinking about global warming again today, sparked by a posting by Christopher Bigelow—or rather, by a couple of the complacent jackasses who responded to the post. (Sorry if they're friends of yours, Chris.) While I think it's nice...
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If this had been an actual emergency...
For the past few days, I've thought I might smell just a dash, just a soupçon, just one wafer-thin mint's worth of natural gas in the kitchen. I would sniff, and my wife would tell me I was crazy. It...
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Fahrenheit 451
A dystopian classic shows us the temperature at which the New York stage catches fire.
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Kindly inclined reviews
One of these days I will be through obsessively posting about "Inclination," but not yet, not yet. I took a little time out from noveling today (200 pages due to the workshop tonight, and I just might make it!) to...
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C.S.A.: The Confederate States of America
A world in which the South won the Civil War looks disturbingly like our own.
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