The Weather

It’s funny how small a room can feel when you’re not allowed to leave.

What would an uncle do?

The bulletin said that futures are down, way down, although the recent past is trading briskly.

Friday has been indefinitely delayed by weather at O’Hare and is now pleading with a United representative for a hotel voucher to avoid sleeping in a plastic chair in Concourse Z.

OUROBOROS: the rock band that only plays covers of their own songs.

Did you know a newborn doesn’t even have kneecaps yet? That it has a hole at the top of its skull, which must be taped shut so the newborn does not escape through the night?

A baby at seven months is as big as an eggplant. She can already get the hiccups and déjà baby vu and has a full developed sense of comic timing.

As we all know, feelings are real, and truth is in the mind of the beholder, and The Beholder lives out in the scorched orchard under the floorboards of the old cherry picking shack.

There is a void. Within that void, a light. Within that light, a hand. Within that hand, a movement. Within that movement, a potential. Within that potential, everything that ever was.

Some say the junior high dance is a sacred crop fertility ritual outlined in the town charter, but kept secret from the children who participate.

Everyone thought she was new in town because they never noticed her before. She still has that effect on people.

Though new to town, Sigrid Borg was born in Night Vale and has lived here her entire life.

Today’s inaugural spotlight was curate by closing my eyes and pointing in the phone book.

If you see something crawling across your floor in the dark, don’t worry. It’s probably just a tarantula.

A big part of recognizing the world for what it is, is recognizing when you have no idea.

The local chapter of the NRA is selling bumper stickers as part of their fundraising week. The stickers are made from good, sturdy vinyl and they read “We genuinely do not value human life.” Cute!