Author: a thunderbunny

  • Shitposting

    Shit posting. There’s no other word for it and it’s exactly what I did yesterday. And that’s okay. Sometimes you’ve got to post shit. And for fuck’s sake, this is my own personally designed, written, and maintained blog hosted on server I built with my own two hands. I’m not making anyone visit—but I’m grateful…

  • Leftist

    It’s been a tough day. Well, a tough couple of days. Don’t know why my body acts like a piece of shit. And when my body does, my mind does. The easiest way I can related it to you is to say imagine waking up with a hangover that more or less lasts all day,…

  • Indoctrination

    I grew up in a deeply religious Christian family; Lutheran preachers in my mother’s blood line can be traced back to ancient Scotland. Yet I’ve dived into Buddhism, explored myriad types of Paganism, and read at least something about every religion I learned was out there. I even spent time with the woo woo people…

  • For the love of reading

    Books. I love books. I’ve always loved books. I guess that’s what happen when you grow up in a household run by high school teachers. My mom was an English teacher and my dad, a history and psychology teacher, published several of his own books in Australia around the time I was born, they’re sitting…

  • Idea: The “Now” Music Box

    My older sister had a music box. You know the ones. Top pops open, out pops a ballerina, out flows some tinkle-tinkle-pee song. Never understood, even when I was young, why anyone would want one. Seemed like a “girl” thing. Pink. Cute. Decoration. And completely useless. As unpolitically correct as that may come across, it…

  • To be (psychic) or not to be (psychic)

    It was early in the morning. My brother and I had already gotten out of bed but I was going slow. Something didn’t feel right. I dressed, had breakfast, then went back to our room. I wasn’t sick, but I felt ill. The wooden veneer of the bedroom’s 1970’s walls seems glow darkness into my…