Wake up with slight hangover and curious empty feeling. Ascribe empty feeling to empty stomach. Fill stomach with chocolate milk. Wait. Empty feeling does not subside. Slap hand to forehead. Why, you have things to buy! Make list. List, for some reason, includes the following cryptic line (sandwiched between present for Boyfriend and present forContinue reading “Anatomy of a Lonely Shopping Trip”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
I imagined a pterodactyl (pterosaur)
There is a ghost yacht floating off the coast of Australia; floating with one of its sails badly shredded. The table is set for dinner. The life-jackets are stowed away. The crew is missing. Why isn’t the BBC asking the tough questions? What if they were snatched off the boat by hungry, flying reptiles? OrContinue reading “I imagined a pterodactyl (pterosaur)”
Wanna get hiiiiigh?
Oh yes indeedy. Discovering towelianism is kind of like discovering a hundred-dollar bill between the cushions of your couch. Not that my sorry excuse for a couch has cushions. But still.
The Long, Strange Trip of Norma Khouri
My article on con-artist Khouri is up on Eteraz.org. Please read when you get the chance. It’s almost as awesome as my paean to the latest Doctor Who. No, seriously. It’s about Jordan, it’s about writing, it’s about lies, it’s about honour-killing, and it’s about the darker trends in our culture. Thank you very much:Continue reading “The Long, Strange Trip of Norma Khouri”
On a hot Marxist we know
On a lighter note: Because I need to laugh, dammit “hey frend, you is marxist, plees share yourself with everybody.” – Anna. Indeed. If you’re hot, and you’re a Marxist, you need to learn to spread the wealth. Not everyone on this good Earth was priveleged enough to be born with stunning eyes and chiseledContinue reading “On a hot Marxist we know”
Natalia A. 