Short stories...

...too...many...head...clogged...

"Behold the Man", Michael Moorcock
"Fahrenheit 451", Ray Bradbury
"Time Considered as a Helix of Semi-Precious Stones", Samuel R. Delany
"Repent Harlequin said the Tick-Tock Man", by Harlan Ellison
Just about anything by Harlan Ellison
Just about anything by Joe Haldeman

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Yeah, too many. Brain clogging.

Grrrrr...we missed the garbage truck this morning. I hate it when that happens.

Jesse - Iris is an Angelina Ballerina fan, if you're still looking. Profile addy is fine if you want any more info.

Shoot me your mailing address if you want it, and I'll pop it in the mail!

Cash, we took our tree down in about 15 minutes a few weeks ago when we realized that if we didn't do it at that exact moment, we would have a dead tree in the garage for a week. Sorry you missed the trash truck.

There was a Stephen King story in (I think) SKELETON CREW about a woman who liked finding short cuts via back roads ("She was mad for a shortcut") when driving that went to some seriously cool Lovecraftian places, but I can't remember the name of it.

Also love A BOY AND HIS DOG by Harlan Ellison (along with all the others already mentioned). So many Bradbury's too. And Poe - THE BLACK CAT is some seriously twisted shit.

Also, Clive Barker's BOOKS OF BLOOD stories are great, though hella disturbing.

I just hate hearing the garbash truck pull up while you're asleep in bed. Then you pop wide awake and say, "OH, SHIT!" While pulling on your boots and coat and rushing out to realize there's no catching it.

The worst part is that three of our trash cans were stacked and they've frozen together in the cold so the ones we have left are already full. It means piling bags up in the garage, which is never fun.

THat does suck! THey have this weird system here where your trashcans are int he ground outside your house. Instead of having to take them to the curb, the trash guys are expected to come to your house and get them.

It's fine but we always have more than two tiny cans of trash so someone is always running out of the house at the last moment.

I don't read much in the way of short stories, but I hope someone mentioned Neil Gaiman's "We Can Get It For You Wholesale". I also like his weirdo Sherlock Holmes/Lovecraft fusion "A Study in Emerald."

Also, he wrote Matrix fanfic.

So I scalded my other hand on lavacoffee just now. I feel so betrayed by my beautiful bean juice this week.

Short story I liked in 8th grade and don't think I've seen mentioned: The Devil and Daniel Webster.

When I was 10, I had a cousin who was really good at reading stories. She read that to us and scared the SHIT out of me! It was awesome.

How can it be 9 o'clock aready? We have to get ready for yoga and drop off some school paperwork, if the snow isn't too bad.