go postle.

pardon my dust. i'm turning it into glitter.

Hi, I'm Chris. If you subscribe to the MBTI, I'm an INFJ. I put myself through school for a seemingly useless English/Creative Writing degree, but writing is my passion and that's what I want to do when I grow up. Still figuring out what comes next, and pretty much everything else, so I'm feeling kinda adventurous. And yes, that's exactly how my OkCupid profile starts out. Why mess with a good thing, eh?

The site's a work in progress. I'll be adding content over time, and hopefully eventually it'll evolve into something halfway interesting. I'm glad you're still reading, though. Usually by this point I have to show a little skin to keep 'em interested.

In Memoriam. . .

     On Friday, March 12, 2004, Mr. Brown R. Spider passed away near his home in Columbia, Missouri.  He was pronounced dead in a trap at 1:02am by his suitemates, Gregory and Christopher, who held a celebratory ceremony at the site.  Unfortunately, no other members of Mr. Spider's family were able to attend the service.  Mr. Spider will always be remembered as the one who made the bathroom smell like rotten peanut butter, freaked everyone out, and nearly drove his human friends crazy.  He accomplished much in his short life, even uniting those around him in a single cause.  Greg and Chris were not available for an interview, but they released the following comments:

"We spent days...hoping...waiting for some sort of a sign.  Any sign at all.  When his condition hadn't changed going on five days we began to worry.  We visited him every day, watched him closely, and we even sang to him in the shower.  But we ran the race.  We fought the fight.  In the end we emerged...bruised, perhaps, but not broken.  Shaken, but not stirred.  We were victorious."

that's right...ding dong the spider's dead! it's about time, too.  greg was about ready to break out the camo and face paint!!!

Copyright © 2024 C. S. Postlethwait