The moral imperative of spiders.

 They're attacking and this time in no small number. It seems that with the decline of temperature comes the increase of population among the arachnid community besieging our house.

 I have never been a friend of these miniature beasts. I have never opted to release them back into the wild from which they came. I have always took one of two actions: kill or ignore. More often than usual I ignore them as they don't provoke aggression in their webs but today has been a different story altogether, my friends.

 I have been suffering a cold for a couple of days now, and you could say that tension is running as high as the as the pitch of the fever. No moments seems to pass between thumping headaches and sneeze attacks, but in the smallest respite of sleep. It had been a short time after one of those peaceful yet brief periods that I was alarmed to discover the octo-offender. My brother came in from another strange excursion into the world and had begun speaking to the creature as if he knew it from a previous adventure. He grabbed me from my chair and at once challenged me to defeat it.

I could not be bothered. So, he went back to chatting with the spider and I went back to playing bubble shooter because these are the pillars of our lives. Still, in the back of my mind I wondered what unique characteristics made this spider so remarkable to my sibling. Spiders inhabit nearly every room of this building, in fact there is one crawling its way up the wall next to me as I type this. So I proceeded to insert myself into the one-sided conversation and investigate the case further.

This beast, dear reader, was of no small consequence. It was indeed a formidable looking thing. I'm very sorry to say that photographic evidence does not exist as swift action was required if we were to survive the night. In my haste all prospects of the future escaped me and animal instinct kicked in. Sorry. If you require a visual reference simply imagine your hand with three more fingers and filled with venom sticking to the wall minding its own business.

 I crushed its spindly body with my shoe and thought nothing more of it. A victory for all mankind and no small achievement, but now a simple trifle. One for the books but no longer a threat, I returned to my seat after brushing its corpse from my sole.

 Of course, my dear brother mumbled a small complaint about how I should have removed it from its nest and sent it back out to the world at large. I understand this line of thinking, but it should be noted that its life would not have been any better out there. It might have lived well on the blood of other small creatures but it would have died soon enough slowly curling its legs toward its center and rotting away in the wilds of our front yard. Its life a pain to sustain and its many victims passing in horror without escape. I gave it the quick way out without pain or suspense. We should all be so lucky, I think.

 Sure it meant no harm to us, it posed no serious threat, but what of the future? What do you do when you have a million of these things slowly descending from the ceiling in the middle of the night?

 So, my course of action was clearly not the one everyone would take, but in the end I think the best. Indeed there is no more worry of spiders any longer and I would sacrifice a billion of them for a good night's sleep, but that seems not to be the  case for this night. I can not sleep until the nyquil kicks in and so I thought I would regale you with a tale of spiders and intrigue.

Good night.

I'm sick...

So, yeah, being sick is a big old pile of suck. I don't know. I'll get over it. Anyway, since I'm in a bad way and I don't think anything creative is gonna rise up through it and get words together without a migraine infused embolism in my brain, I figured I'd just post links to the things distracting me from actually making this website about anything in particular.
Here go:
http://onemorelevel.com/game/bubble_shooter - seriously, all the time.
http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/playlist/Woolfblitzer+Supreme+Mixture/35010624 - for all my musical needs. I used to use last.fm and pandora and all that shit, but groove shark seems to have fewer limitations and it's free so I love it. The link is to a playlist I created that absolutely rules. Give it a listen.
All of your blogs take up too much of my time.
http://nedroid.com/
http://www.advicetowriters.com/ -a wonderful site for all your short writer quote needs.
And I play bejeweled on my phone too much.

 So there it is, most of the reasons I don't actually get down to writing anything. It sucks and being sick is just another excuse. /self-pity party
No promises, but I'm sure I'll get a story down here sometime soon. My god, what's the fucking point of this thing otherwise.

To hold you over for a bit...

 Comment if you like the song. I might post some other songs I enjoy while I work away on these story things. Sometimes they might even have something to do with the stories. Maybe.

To Mr. and Ms. America and all the ships at sea

I'd like to thank you for your patience. This short trial period has been one of growth and gestation, learning and maturation. I think now the time has come to get a bit serious with this business and actually do something worth your time. So, in a day or so I'm going to delete all the previous posts and really get to doing what I'm here to do. I hope I'm not rushing this.

Okay, see you soon.

It's all coming together...

I've added a page to the blog. It's a top-ten/bio/work in progress page. It's very exciting to learn new things just by stumbling on them and watching your work actually start to form into something nearly presentable. Just a couple of days and look how far we've come. Neato.

Of course, most of this is just temporary. I'm very suddenly getting to know all the little things about blogging(welcome to 1998, dumbass) and most of it is pretty slick and incredibly easy. I think I'm well on my way to settling the foundations for step one in my seven year plan to not be a complete fuck-up by age thirty. We'll see how that goes.

Now, to the meat and potatoes portion or why I'm even doing this at all, I have about fourteen or so short stories in the works. All of them at once starting back from a few years ago up to a few days ago. Ideas just swelling up to bursting. All kind of piling up so I better get them out here soon before they start rotting. I mean, I should've had at least one finished before I started this thing, but opportunity knocked and I may have leapt before I looked so I guess we're stuck with pseudo-updates until I work something out so to speak.

Okay, keep coming back and I'll keep wasting your time.