Alright, enough procrastinating. When we last left our decidedly-not-heroes, they were cowering in a closet after the cries of a woman echoed through their small and once peaceful village.
[This isn’t even remotely close to what I sat down to write this morning. I’m not asking you to accept the conclusion, because I don’t. It’s just what flowed today. I want to give it a trigger warning, but I feel like I shouldn’t. That’s your warning. I’m going to consider this draft the final product and never look at it again.]
It’s Tuesday again! (They say it’s a new Tuesday, but it feels the same. Like a week long groundhog day, made longer by the fact that my wife won’t let us watch Russian Doll until it has concluded… in it’s entirety.)
But Tuesday. And it’s on the tail end of Valentine’s day, so I figured our song this week would have to be Wham! (I said so last week, and I’m a man of my word. Because I said I am.)
Children in the midst of nightmare are an unnerving sight. You try to speak to them through their anguished wails, assure them with a touch, only to be pushed away by their flailing limbs. Even when they finally wake, they’re so dazed you can’t be sure they’re conscious. Can’t be sure they know where they are, or who you are. Their fear persists, eventually dying down to a whimper, which eventually subsides to sleep.
It’s Valentine’s day so… quotes about love.
And I haven’t done a D20 List in a literal forever, so let’s combine the two; D20 List and Quoth the Raven. Go!
*rolls twenty-sided die*
*twenty-sided die shrieks thirteen*
Fuck. Well, here you go. Thirteen quoths about love!
(A blog post from the past that I didn’t post because: Why did I write this? For your viewing pleasure, a glimpse into my creative process. Don’t look directly, you’ll go blind.)
Naming your blog! Or anything else you want to name. Like your child. In fact, entirely by accident, I ended up randomly generating my next child’s name on the list in step four. See if you can spot it!
It’s Tuesday! And we all know what means. We’ve left the desolate wasteland of Monday behind. So we can get on with our lives until Sunday demands another sacrifice.
It also means BAMusic.
“BAMusic?” you ask. “I thought it was Catchy-Ass Music Tuesday.”
It was, but that was a placeholder. And as catchy-ass as the music is, the phrase catchy-ass is not catchy-ass. So we (the schizo we, not the royal we) are BAMusic now. At least until Books-a-Million orders a cease and desist.
What does BAMusic mean? Is it Bad Asylum music? Badass Music? Bachelors of Art in Music? I like the first two, but it’s open to interpretation.
Maybe even more a BAM! like WHAM! *queue sexophone* But we’ll save our ode to George Michael for next week. For now…
Recently, or not so recently depending on what time you hail from, a fellow blogger (one-sided rival/unacquainted acquaintance/individual-whose-blog-I-stalk) offered up his own post on trigger warnings. A post which you can read by following the link provided below. Be warned, as his post also contains discussion of trigger warnings.