The Rooster’s Out of the Bag

The Rooster’s Out of the Bag

Due to excessive speculation in recent months regarding the “true identity” of my spirit companion, I’ve decided to finally, at long last, spill the beans, come clean, expose the skeletons and air the dirty laundry. The identity of my spirit companion is . . .

Quickie Otherkin Update

Quickie Otherkin Update

Okay. Having let the issue stew in a little back-burner pot for a couple of weeks now, I think I can conclusively say that I am not Otherkin of any stripe. My factors: I don’t feel “wrong” in a human body. I don’t feel nonhuman at all, in fact, except that I feel out ofContinue reading

Everybody Be Careful

Everybody Be Careful

This morning I found out that a good friend of mine lost his job and that the mother of another good friend died last night. These are both “real life” friends. In my observation, bad news comes in threes — one may come alone, but if there’s two, there’s going to be a third. SoContinue reading

This Guy Died, Except He Didn’t

Occasionally, things in my life happen twice. It’s an anomaly I’m still trying to figure out. (Edit: This one turned out to be simply mistaken identity, which is a relief. It usually isn’t so simple to solve.) It first happened in the 1980s when a favorite actor, Will Sampson, died of a heart attack. ThenContinue reading

In Which I Rant

The New York Times today reports (among content about the new health care bill and the release of the names of those killed at Fort Hood) that “There are just over 100 people in the world serving sentences of life without parole for crimes they committed as juveniles in which no one was killed; 77Continue reading