I spent my day awaiting and then carrying out a reminder/punishment assigned by my disciplinarian. It occurs to me that this is a very appropriate thing to do on this particular holiday. It's a bit scary, but all in good fun (and perhaps tapping into a deeper part of the human condition than one might guess … Continue reading Non-Traditional Halloween
Month: October 2014
In the Beginning
In the beginning there was darkness. Then a voice, clear, calm, and carefully controlled in its masculine authority said, “Let there be light.” And there was light, as if mustered into existence by the sheer power of his words, but actually due in large part to an antiquated but still functional voice recognition system. … Continue reading In the Beginning
Canes, Umbrellas, and Economics
"Why is it that a piece of relatively complex engineering like an umbrella can be had for £3.50 and even an expensive one for £30 – when a decent cane (essentially a stick) can cost as much as £100?" -DJ Black I’d read the above line years ago- something buried deep in the comments an … Continue reading Canes, Umbrellas, and Economics
Pervertable Shopping
The shop was a godsend, no doubt about it. Well, maybe the “shop” part wasn't quite accurate; the establishment was hardly some cute little mom and pop crafty place, it very much resembled the warehouse for which it was named. Either way, it had what she needed. Everything she needed. For quite possibly forever. Tina … Continue reading Pervertable Shopping
The Arse Test
A friend told me the other day that he judges the quality of a play by how much his arse hurts. In his words, "If you're truly enjoying something, you arse doesn't hurt." I think it's fairly safe to say he's a vanilla 😉
The Scarlet Letter
Paula could see it from the far end of the corridor. She was too far away to be sure just by observation that it was in her pigeonhole, but she had been told to expect its arrival. It could be someone else again, like the false alarm two days ago when Carly Simmons had sprinted … Continue reading The Scarlet Letter
Dormant Defiance
Katie’s footsteps echoed down the empty corridor as she approached Mr. Spencer’s room. Aside from the few stray pencils and scraps of paper that seemed to accumulate every day the wing was deserted. Thank goodness, she thought. It was silly, she tried to convince herself, her whole history class had heard him order her to … Continue reading Dormant Defiance
Acknowledging Imperfection 