High impact woman: day 2

Big day yesterday. In my quest to leave the biggest, dirtiest mark on this planet, I took stock of my life and its potential environmental impact, hoping that I was already well on my way to success. I was not. I drive a sports car that gets 18 or so miles to the gallon, depending... Continue Reading →


High impact woman

I've been watching a documentary on Netflix streaming (thank you, mighty PS3, for the visual and auditory gifts you continue to give me; I will lay upon your smooth plastic vessel a bag of pork rinds, as is your bidding) called No Impact Man, about this New York blog writer who decides to live for a... Continue Reading →

Another crappy line

Still gearing up for the Bulwer-Lytton bad opening line contest. The following line was conceived in Taco Bell. I blame the chalupas. "Pow! went his grandmother's fart, and Rick, a Vietnam veteran, flung his shell-shocked body to the lushly carpeted floor, rising to his feet only after he smelt what she had dealt."  

Crappy lines to crappy novels

. . .  when I came across the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest in a back issue of Writer's Digest. (www.bulwer-lytton.com) The contest is sponsored by the English department at San Jose State University, and it challenges entrants to write godawful opening lines to possible godawful novels. The "dark and stormy" line was originally penned by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton,... Continue Reading →

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