Killian's Blog/Website/Whatever

Got some good brainstorming in this morning--though, as the day creeps ever onward, I find myself growing more and more skeptical of what seemed like an amazing plan this morning. If I wake up tomorrow morning for Brainstorming: Round 2 and it, again, seems like a good idea, then I'll stop talking myself out of it and give it a try. Relatedly--i.e as a direct result of my brainstorm subjects--I got to thinking about what I will here refer to as Writing of the Times. Or we could use the German term (because they have nice, digestible words for all sort of long-winded ideas): zeitgeist .* My general opinion of contemporary (I'm going to further this by adding "white" and/or possibly "male") American fiction that falls into this zeitgeist category is: I don't like it. Subconsciously, I think, I've turned myself against the whole idea of writing the next Great American Novel because I haven't liked any of them for quite some time. Now, this may be ...

Productive news!: I finally got all of my otter comics (official comic title: Eat That Fish) situated on their own little site. They've been retro-dated and tagged with key-words for ease. It's pretty fun to look at them in order and all in one place. If you want to read them, go here:  http://eatthatfish.tumblr.com/ . Might want to bookmark it (I recommend Google Reader/your RSS feed of choice, or tumblr, as is handy), as I probably won't tell you guys on here every time it updates, and I'm not yet coordinated enough to say something insane like "updates every T/Th!". That is too much to expect from me. I mean, I don't even get around to putting on grown-up clothes every day. Sometimes I just eat sauerkraut for meals. This is not what a coordinated adult looks like. Death, from my comic Writing comics has become my source of therapy. It's free, if you don't include paper and pen costs. Even then: does not cost me $100 an hour, and you don...

Guys. Guys. I've been feeling some feelings lately. I have not been blogging regularly. I'm sorry. I will think of something nice to say this week. In the meantime, here are some pictures of things. Joan of Arc was tattooed on my arm. It has given me +10 toughness, as you can see. Then my hair was dyed red, as you can see. This exact picture (obviously not taken at my salon) is my dad and I* at a wine bar in P-town where my aunt Jean was singing with her band, 21June. They're recording an album! Swank. Well, would you look at that! Here's the band! This is my mama (on the right) and our neighbor Karen, enjoying the music, wine, and fun conversation. A lot of our family attended--we couldn't even get everyone into a single picture because we tend to spread out like...moss, or a very endearing rash. Back at home: Daniel models a hat I made. In this shot, he is demonstrating how a lumberjack cuts down a tree. I did go here last week, an...

I debated for a while whether or not I was going to share this recipe, but I like the idea of sharing knowledge, so it would be silly of me to keep it a secret. I'm going to warn you right now, before you get in too deep, that it might be a little difficult to make these without help or without having previously made them under someone's expert guidance (see: my mother). However, I did try to break down the instructions in such a way as to make it easier on you. My recipe is basically just the list of dough ingredients and the amount of boiling time. The potato filling? We basically just make up new ones every time, so why write it down? Well, lucky for you, I sort of took note of what I was doing last Friday so I could spread the love. So, without further ado, I give you-- PIEROGI! Or: my favorite food. (note: all photos used below are mine) I got the dough recipe from my mom*, and we invented our own special ruskie filling over Christmas. I don't ha...

It's been a while since I did a general lifey-y update instead of a focused one (/rant), so I thought maybe I'd do that right now. Especially because my brain needs a break from this essay I'm writing.* Flannery has been varying degrees of sick for the past few weeks. We've seen the vet...four times, I think. Four times in four weeks! But today she seems to be improving (!! yessss!!!!!) and Daniel and I are pretty excited about that. We should be hearing from the vet today about any other things we possibly have to be concerned with, but our fingers are crossed for something like "she's rounded the corner and will be fit as a fiddle in no time." That would be extra neat. Speaking of  fit fiddles, it occurred to me last night, as I was getting ready for bed, that the phrase "Pleased as punch" probably has nothing to do with the drink and everything to do with Punch from Punch and Judy. I consulted the internet and was promptly informed that I ...