Office by Alex Penny
Finessing bipolarity. Writing horror. Studying ghosts.
All without forgetting to feed the chickens.
When the cat’s asleep, the dog sometimes sneaks a nose-cuddle.
Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? - John Banister Tabb
Tried to watch TV on this snowy afternoon. Found bupkis. Made us wonder how many hours The History Channel devotes to history shows in one week. Make your best guess, then read the post.
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On this dreary January day, come enjoy an emergency ration of color at The Paranormalist blog:
If you’re in need of a little mind-blowing today, play with this for a few minutes.
Stunning and just-slightly-creepy.
