Typical days in the House of Paulk go a bit like this: get up to get something from the kitchen. Locate whatever Westley has knocked on the floor this time and put it away. Go to the loo. Locate whatever Westley has knocked on the floor this time and put it away. Refill my water... Continue Reading →

So it's time to post, I'm tired, and I was scrolling through some of my older posts and came across this one. It still holds water - or something. Enjoy DID YOU WANT SOME FICTION WITH YOUR MESSAGE? As several folks here have observed a few times, sermons thinly disguised as fiction suck. And not... Continue Reading →

Sometimes things just fit. I don't know how often I've chased around for the thingie that I need for something, sometimes leaving a marker to remind me to find that thingie and sometimes settling for something that's close but not quite right. It depends on whether what I'm doing can work with a nearly right... Continue Reading →

It seems to me that one of the bigger problems facing us all - and yeah, there's a lot of them and most of them are nasty buggers - is that when it comes to the people who are supposed to be leading the mess, there's no "there" there. It's a political failing, sure, since... Continue Reading →

So I periodically get emails from Quora which tell me what's coming across my feed. The emails are about the only interaction I have with the site, except when one of the relatively rare interesting pieces catches my attention and I commit the horrible sin of clicking the link and get sucked in to one... Continue Reading →

Or at least what passes for one in this house. Let's see, we've had two work-related minor crises for me, one work-related minor crisis for The Husband. One "team building exercise" successfully avoided for The Husband. Frequent cases of the fuzzy air raid siren (otherwise known as Her Royal Highness Princess Buttercup) informing anyone within... Continue Reading →

Everyone here has done it: it's the natural thing to do when you read poetry - or anything sufficiently like poetry. You come to the end of the line, and you pause. In a lot of poetry, that's how it's supposed to work. Limericks would never have the impact they do (or be as memorable)... Continue Reading →

At least, not yet. Which is not to say it won't happen eventually, but I'd prefer that eventuality to be a long time in the future. Until that (hopefully) far off day, there is Granny Weatherwax-style headology, because every day I can remind myself that I aten't ded is a good day. After all, things... Continue Reading →

Let's face it, it's pretty much built in to human nature to check out anything that seems different. Be it a different look, a sound that's unfamiliar, or something that just seems a bit off, someone is going to go and check it out, and probably do something stupid in the process. It's why nobody... Continue Reading →

The fanfic I've read lately has been a bit too heavy on the old "as you know, Bob" deal, and it started to irritate me. So, here's a few thoughts and examples on getting the information out without telling poor Bob all about something he already knows about. You all know the drill. Somewhere in... Continue Reading →