Hi Sarah! Love your profile picture.
May I ask…is that your ex boyfriend?
Because I’m telling you straight up,
I can’t compete with him tongue wise…
That guy’s a freak! I’m pretty sure I’ve got
him beat on the conversation front though.
Hilarious. To be honest my ex had
many dog like qualities – loyalty
wasn’t one of them as it turns out.
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Writer’s block; it’s like being constipated. There’s plenty of stuff in there, but it’s all shit. The solution, according to millions of websites, blogs, blurbs, books, ancient scrolls etc, is to write. What!? Idiots. If I could write I’d… Well, obviously I can write; it’s just that what I’m writing is so abysmally putrid it makes me want to projectile vomit, Continue reading
Hello Dear Readers,
As it’s been about three months now, I figure it’s time for a new rendition of the Ransomology Weekly Newsletter.
As previously discussed, in order to avoid starving to death, living on the street, living on the street while starving to death, or pimping my ass; I had to get a job. Continue reading
Hello Dear Readers,
As it’s been a month now, it’s time for a new edition of the Ransomology Weekly Newsletter.
This week’s edition’s tardiness is due largely to the intense pestilence known as ’employment’; specifically, the seeking of such by your beloved protagonist; more specifically, and highest on the pestilence scale, the necessity of finding such for which I will be remunerated. Continue reading
February Something 2015
Hello Cherished Readers!
Yes, yes, I know this is supposed to be a weekly newsletter, and yes I know I’ve only released four in the last 20 weeks, but I’m not changing the name to the ‘Ransomology Quint-Weekly Newsletter’, so just forget it. Continue reading
Ransomology Weekly Newsletter No.3
February 2, 2015
Hello Cherished Readers!
You will recall no doubt that the hot topic of last week’s newsletter was:
The Ransomology About page stinks – I need to make it not stink.
But I begin to despair this may not be possible. Anyone who read my latest post Confessions of an Art School Douche Bag, will know that I have made a SHOCKING discovery – I am apparently NOT an artisan of language, and so not an artist capable of making great art with my words. Continue reading
Recently I had the misfortune of reading one of the most snobby, pompous, self-important, and ironically (deliciously so), poorly written blog posts I’ve ever encountered. Let’s say it was called “As All True Artists Know, There’s a Lot of Bad Writing on the Internet.”1 Continue reading
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