The internet is this wonderful place where you can meet new people, engage in scintillating conversation, build a lovely virtual community, and then hand over the keys to a lunatic to house-sit for you while you take a long weekend.
The lunatic would be me. I’m sure Linda will pardon all the selfies I take as I put all her furniture into compromising positions. And these vomit stains will wash right out, I’m sure. Also, the bullet holes were totally already in the siding before I got here. And let’s not discuss details, but you might want to take all your potted plants outside and burn them, for their own good. We’ll just say that they’ve seen things that the average botanical ought not see. (I blame Helen Espinosa for that, actually. Do you even vet your guest hosts at all?)
Anyway, I’m taking over this joint for the week, and more to the point, I’m in the driver’s seat for Stream of Consciousness Saturday this weekend, so, you know, brace for impact and hide your kids and all that. You will probably also see an unrelated ramble from me of the sort I usually post at my own nest of iniquity. If you like what you see, feel free to stop on by and pay a visit to the cubby I knocked out of the drywall where I do my own not-quite-daily driveling at Accidentally Inspired. If you don’t like what you see, well, uh, I’m sure there’s some bleach around here somewhere. Or at least, there was, before I had to clean up after Helen. (I’m pretty sure she killed a guy in the basement, Linda. It definitely wasn’t me. Either way, uh, sorry about the corpse in the basement.)
It occurs to me that you might be curious who I am, just in case you need to make a description for the authorities later. I’m a jack of many trades, master of maybe a quarter of one. I’m a father of two, husband of one, and I sometimes write about that. I teach English at public high school just outside of Atlanta (fear for the future), and I rarely write about that. I run often, for escape and inspiration and to prepare for the zombie apocalypse, and I write about that probably more than the average person cares. Finally, I’m a writer, with two novels drafted and in various stages of editing, and about a thousand more ideas kicking around inside my skull, looking for a way out.
That’s what my blog is really all about — the day-to-day trivialities of the average Pav, working a full-time job and more or less meeting the criteria of a dad and trying like hell to write good stories that might, one day, get published, so that you could hold a book of my work with my name on it, and so that I might hopefully get a couple of dollars for my trouble.
So, yeah. That’s me, and you’re you, and if you’ll just sign these non-disclosure agreements and your life-and-limb waivers, we’ll get started.
November 23, 2015 at 7:07 pm
Arrrrrrrrrrgh!!
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November 23, 2015 at 7:05 pm
Preparing for the zombie apocalypse is serious business.
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November 23, 2015 at 8:16 pm
You don’t have to be the fastest guy around, but you’d better make sure you’re not the slowest.
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November 23, 2015 at 5:11 pm
Oh God, what have I done? Again!!!
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November 23, 2015 at 6:23 pm
It’s kinda like Gremlins. I look so harmless at first….
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November 24, 2015 at 1:38 am
No midnight snacks for you… and don’t have a shower ’til I get back!!!
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November 23, 2015 at 12:48 pm
Valuables are locked up (as is the booze). Fire away!
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November 23, 2015 at 12:21 pm
Good to meet you are those S0 19 guys on the stairs anything to do with you!If not I would duck and cover now. Shall I put the kettle on and the hoover out, or shall I just tell Linda that we remodeled the place? Xxx
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November 23, 2015 at 12:30 pm
A hoover? That’s cute. She’s going to need a backhoe or two if I have anything to say.
And nah, the guys in black suits are not to worry about. I know all about them. It’s the ones you don’t see that should worry you.
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November 23, 2015 at 3:57 pm
Omg, I didn’t see the guys I don’t see, shall I worry!
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November 23, 2015 at 6:22 pm
Worry? No. PANIC.
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November 23, 2015 at 7:07 pm
Arrrrrrrrrrgh!!;
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November 23, 2015 at 12:05 pm
hahaha A worthy opponent er, host!
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November 23, 2015 at 12:28 pm
Just don’t look me in the eyes. Or approach from the right side.
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November 23, 2015 at 12:00 pm
I’m wondering if the corpse is one of your English students who didn’t study for his test.
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November 23, 2015 at 12:28 pm
I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss that at the moment. What I *will* tell you is that you should be very fargoing careful where you dangle your modifiers around me.
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November 23, 2015 at 10:25 am
Haha. I make no apologies for how I left the place. The kids were wily beasts and by the time I was finally finished, I needed a stiff drink. She’s all yours – stains, corpses and all. We’ll see how you look Monday morning… 😉
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November 23, 2015 at 12:27 pm
If, by Monday morning, I am even able to be located, I will have failed in my duties severely.
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November 23, 2015 at 10:24 am
Welcome and looking forward to seeing what you pick as the prompt for Saturday.
English teacher eh? Better be good.
🙂
No pressure or anything.
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November 23, 2015 at 12:26 pm
Is that a challenge? *scurries off to find the most obscure linguistic devices he can find*
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November 23, 2015 at 1:01 pm
Bring it on!!!
Lol
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