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My Dull Life: Lazarus Arachnids

October 22, 2010 in My Dull Life

So last night I was about to go to bed and I glanced in the dishwasher. There was a black spot of something the size of a nickel inside of it that didn’t belong there. Nope: there was a spider the size of a nickel in the dishwasher. I am not afraid of bugs and other little critters, mostly. (In college–the very first time I went to college–I was the hall Bug Wrangler. Everyone called me to take care of their bee, yellow jacket, and spider problems.) But if you kill a spider, it will rain, plus it’s not cool for the spider. It looked like it would be a lot of effort to wrangle this particular spider, and I was tired, so I left him be. I figured he could handle himself.

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Wait Here While I Watch the Rest of the Game

October 9, 2010 in Sexsmoker, Wordsmoker Short Fiction

I wish she would quit whining. She spends all day in the library so you would think she knows how to be silent. At least she knows how to boss others around and tell them to shush. It’s not like I have been gone long, only about an hour. The game is almost over, and besides, she started it. She stepped in front of the television and gave me that look. Then she took off her glasses and began to unbutton her shirt. That set me off. There is a time and a place, and this is not the time or the place.

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Local Cop Breaks Into House to Peep at Elderly Woman

October 1, 2010 in Tales of the Elderly

I live in a community that is peopled by octogenarians and their elder siblings. If you exclude the four-legged residents, I am by far the youngest being living in all of the sixty-four units of fabulous Corsican Villas.

When I arrive home shortly after midnight, all of my neighbors have been safely tucked into bed for at least the past six hours—hoping that they will awake the next morning. My relative super-vitality gives me immense satisfaction as I stand in the middle of the street, in my polyester pants and undershirt, arms akimbo, scanning my midnight empire. Occasionally I will hold a beer for effect. I was in just such a state of godlike power when I noticed one of those tiny, furry, white dogs that are de rigueur among the olds, staring me down from a distance of about twenty yards.

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Wordsmoker Anthropology – News You Got Really, Really Wrong

September 17, 2010 in Wordsmoker Anthropology

This is a bit dark, but it’s making me laugh because I have a dark sense of humor at the best of times, and it’s Friday, so what the hell. My mother got some sad news from some neighbors at the beginning of the week – one of her childhood friends, who just stays up the road from her, had died after a ridiculously short battle with cancer. It was a shock to everyone. So, my mother buys a couple of “In Sympathy” cards for his wife and daughter, fills them out with the appropriate words, and posts them through their door on Wednesday. Trouble is – he’s not dead.

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Valentine’s Day Eve: Do You Have What It Takes?

February 12, 2010 in Dating

Here are the straight facts, friends. If you aren’t in a relationship by now, you won’t be in one by Sunday. I know you don’t celebrate Valentines Day because you think it’s a Hallmark holiday created by the Rand Corporation or you think it’s irreverent to commemorate the Saint Valentines Day Massacre. Whatever your reason is for not partaking in the festivities is irrelevant. Everyone else out there does and they’re smug bastards about it.  Read the rest of this entry →