Spent rather a lot of time today arguing about the usage of “timely” as and adverb. This, like certain other usage issues, is a tough one to argue with people who whom have good ears for the language. Because to those of us with such ears, “timely” as an adverb sounds awkward and potentially even wrong. However, “timely” is, in fact, an adverb as well as an adjective, though it is used adverbially primarily in legal writing. Por ejemplo, “Therefore, all completed executions MUST be reported to the Personnel Specialist timely.” Or “Contractors are expected to accurately and timely complete all necessary paperwork related to explosions or detonations.”

N.P.: “Everything I Got” – The Heavy

I am working on some cool shit, dear reader, and I cannot wait for you to read it.
But because I’m working on said cool shit, I don’t have much left to put down here. But know that that’s only because I’m working on such cool shit.
Aight den…

N.P.: “Don’t Change” – INXS

For the second time this week, I was charged by a spider. And for the fifth time this week, I murdered a spider by hammer-fisting it. Actually, that’s not accurate….there were a couple of stomps mixed in there.

These are strange times, dear reader. Someday it will all be told.

N.P.: “Matthew 24; Luke 4” – Mike McCready/Johnny Cash

If you’re trying to lose weight, consider ordering super-spicy wings. A bunch of them. And make them your only option for dinner. You will eat less, I assure you.
Yrs. truly order one metric fuck ton of wings last night, but there was apparently a mix up, and when I was expecting to bite into Asian Zing, I got Mango Habanero. When I went for the Hot BBQ, I got goddamn Nashville Hot. I felt like I’d been peppered sprayed in the mouth.
And that’s what it felt like again tonight. And that’s what it’ll feel like again tomorrow. Cuz, again, dear reader, I ordered a LOT of these things.
Anyway…Nashville Hot is no joke. Should you choose to go down that road, proceed with caution.

N.P.: “Zero” – Rabbit Junk

Why does everything have to be a pain in the ass, dear reader? It seems to be the way of the world: even the simplest things suddenly and inexplicably turn difficult, and become a pain in the ass. There is entirely too much pain in the ass in this world.

N.P.: “Bringing It Home” – Son of Dave

A book takes the time that it needs, and you don’t have a choice about it. But don’t worry…novels grow in the dark.

N.P.: “Under the Graveyard” – Ozzy Osbourne

All this change is exhausting. November is a month of change. December will have to be a month of catching up on the writing.

N.P.: “Free” – Vast

I was sitting at a desk, talking to a psychologist friend, when a spider popped up over the edge of the desk and began running directly at me.  So i hammer-fisted the bastard, natch.  Just brutally squashed it, with malice aforethought, with extreme prejudice.  I was studying the guts on the outer part of my fist when the good doctor piped up.
“Whoa…what the hell was that?”
“Arachnojihad.  All spiders must die.  Kill on sight.”
“So just because your afraid of something means you can kill it?”
“Did you see any fear there?  There is no fear.  Just pure hate.  Murderous contempt.”
“So you get to play God?”
“Not at all.  God is merciful.  I am not.”
“Jesus.”
“Nope…not him either.  Two thousand years of turning the other cheek, and where has that gotten us?  No where.  Except trod upon by the forces of evil.  And spiders.  No.  No turning the other cheek.  No fear.  No mercy.  Just a trail of arachnocarcasses, spread across the land, left in situ, as messages to the rest.”
“I think you need a vacation.  Or a 72-hour hold.  I’m gonna get going.”
“I fucking hate spiders so much.”

N.P.: “The Chain” – Toothgrinder