Impossibility is just the lack of possibility, not its opposite, but if “impossible” isn’t the opposite of “possible,” then what is?
Category: Nonsense

Take Care When Stirring the Pot
Which came first, the stirring of the pot, or the thought of doing so? Take care when stirring the pot lest the pot stir you instead.

The Will of the Ink
When you draw with ink, you must commit to wherever the ink flows, for the will of the ink is supreme, and the only error is that which deviates from it.

Responding to Hilariously Out-of-Place Spam
Some off-the-cuff responses to spam comments in a blog post. None of the spammers will see it, but they probably wouldn’t have anyway.

The Brief Tale of the Mad Swordsman | Weird Flash Fiction
What do you do when you accidentally steal every last one of someone else’s ideas? Straight out of his head? With a sword?

A Hole in the Horizon | Weird Flash Fiction
Harold enjoys a normal morning walking through the city. From the memories in his pockets to the great hole on the horizon, it’s business as usual as far as he can tell.

What Do You Eat for Breakfast on Quiet Mornings?
What do you eat for breakfast on those quiet mornings? You know, the ones where everything is falling irrevocably, impossibly apart?

A Simple Cleansing of the Palate
How to get the taste of stale corporatism out of your mouth: write absolute, chaotic, unrestrained nonsense.

Flailing Around in the Dark
To the question of how do we know that we know what we know, the only reliable answer is, “Who knows?”

The Horror of a Shirt’s Existence
People are like shirts. But only sort of.

Burble Burble Burble
The title of this post is longer than the actual content. If you can believe that. We won’t even discuss the meta description…

Speculation on How to Fit a Lizard in Your Nose
Exactly what the title says it is. It’s speculation on how to fit a lizard in your nose.

When You Turn Your Brain Upside Down
The contents of your brain become clear when you dump them out on the floor. It may depend on whether your floor is carpet or hardwood, though.

I Have Seen Worlds Wash Away | Cosmic Flash Fiction
Worlds wash away, the depths howl with delight, stars are born and die, and whole galaxies topple like children’s toys. Also, an obscure Chilean literature reference.

Going Stir Crazy
When you go stir crazy, how do you stir crazy? With a spoon? Or a spork? Or maybe a goat leg?
Recipe for Disaster
A literal recipe for disaster. Please don’t try this at home.
Pancake Water
Random post is random. Some musings on pancake water and cracking open door handles.
The Sound of Rain
Thoughts on misery, fear, and rain.
Random Musings on Writing, Humor, and Politics (and also Wedgies)
About how we all take ourselves far too seriously. And yes, also a few words about wedgies.
An Email from My Support Group
When reality and dreams blend in indiscernible ways, you sometimes get bizarre emails.