Ghouls, revenants, and re-animated corpses of all ages and species: It’s time for the 5th annual Pojoaque Zombie Walk! The dead are invited to rise at the Pojoaque Supermarket at 5:00pm Saturday, Oct. 24, and start shambling toward Kokoman Fine Wine and Liquor (about 1/2 mile) at 6:00pm. This is a family fun event, so … More Calling All Zombies
I read a sci-fi story recently in which the writer scoffed at gullible idiots who believe the “Martha Lights” are as real as ancient astronauts and Elvis sightings. (In another story the same writer claimed it never snows in Santa Fe, which is like saying it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.) This puzzles … More Who the Heck is Martha?
I was attending Texas Tech in that hotbed of paranormal activity that is Lubbock. A group of us, as bored then as I am now, got a Ouija board and plied it with questions like, “When will I lose my virginity, and who with?” I took my turn, concluded it was lame, and therefore was … More Ouija, Ouija
Know what cochineal is? Apparently too many people do now, so food labels might list it as “carmine” or “natural colorants.” They’re not lying about it being “natural”–it’s made from mashed bugs that live on prickly pear cactus. Once used to make really red dye for textiles, in modern times it’s been found in yogurt, … More Bugs In My Food
On one of our trips we went to Austin. Admittedly, our primary destination was the giant Whole Foods–it’s like Disneyland with food instead of princesses. Then, with full stomachs and a cooler full of goodies, we took day trips. It was late February and the wildflowers hadn’t been scorched off the earth quite yet, so … More The Dudes on the Devil’s Backbone
I just spent two nights in the grossest motel I’ve ever seen. It even outdid the hovel where my very cheap bridegroom and I spent our honeymoon, in Brazil, Indiana. Once in a while my daughter and I take a Dean & Sammy road trip in search of paranormal phenomena, and on the last one … More Motel Douche-o
Here’s a song that we’re singin’, come on, get happy. There. Now it’s stuck in YOUR head, too, heh heh heh.