Sunday 7 October 2001, 18:00
So your lover is an undead creature?
At one time, sexual relations between the living and the undead were
considered taboo. But in more recent times, such couplings have gained
social acceptance as just another colour band in the great rainbow of
sexuality. If you are a human contemplating sex with an undead partner,
there are some facts you need to be aware of concerning health and safety,
specific to your partner's undead heritage. Besides the information given
here, you should also be aware of the risk of sexually transmitted diseases;
most of the same cautions that would apply with a human partner are also of
concern with your undead lover. Inform yourself about safe sex in general
as well as reading this document.
Saturday 1 November 2003, 17:18
It's an old joke, you've no doubt heard it before. There's this young
woman, and she's decided to kill herself by jumping off a bridge. So just
as she's standing there on the railing looking down at the river below, a
young man sees her and says, hey, so you've decided to kill yourself, huh?
And she says yes, that's the way things are, and she's all expecting him to
try to talk her out of it, to say come on, life isn't so bad; maybe he'll
offer to listen to her troubles, maybe he'll get all weepy and beg her to
call it off, all that kind of thing. But he doesn't.
Wednesday 30 November 2005, 17:15
The delivery man looked at the calendar on his wall and saw that the day was
right, and he looked out his window and saw that the Sun had gone down a
little over an hour ago, so the time was right, too. He put his bag of
blessings over his shoulder and walked out into the gloom to do his job.
Oh, not the one they paid him for, but his real job, the calling for which
he was called the delivery man. Nobody said good-bye to him because he
lived alone because of his sin.
Tuesday 9 November 2004, 17:11
[Belated Halloween story because of animation festival and urethral surgery.
You've heard this plot before, of course, but it's a new telling, anyway.]
The rain was coming down in big sticky globs and the tour bus's back wheels
spun for a fraction of a second, sending up a big fan-tail of muddy water,
before they caught and the bus lurched out of its illegal parking space
behind the shopping mall, onto what passed for a main highway in the little
backwater town of Wheaton, Manitoba. It was a bus full of desires and