My grandparents bought the house my mom grew up in sometime in the late 1950s. I don’t think it was built much earlier than that, but the previous owner was an elderly woman who died in the house. I don’t know anything else about her except for the fact that she loved the color red. The exterior of the house itself…

Warning – Domestic Violence

As my parents gave me more freedom and independence so they could enjoy themselves as adults I was often left at home to do homework, talk on the phone, or as I was wont to do: listen to Van Halen. In the spring of 1980, at 13, we lived on the West Bank military base across the Mississippi river from New Orleans. My…

I just talked to my husband and the historic house is a duplex and the four cats my husband tends there live in the section where there is now a ceiling cutting off a staircase halfway through. The cats’ human said that one day he saw what looked like someone walking through the ceiling up the stairs and because the…

My senior year of college I rented a ramshackle off-campus house with 4 friends. Our landlord had bought the house for his daughter while she was in college but completely neglected it after her graduation even though he was renting it out. When we arrived during the last days of the summer we were met with a…

I’ll preface this by saying I’m a skeptic-as much as I’d like supernatural things to exist, I find it hard to believe. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for what I encountered, but that doesn’t stop it from being the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

The Ghost Children

***CW: attempted suicide, self-harm***

To limit the damage to the “deaths of 200,000" is kind of outrageous. A civilization was destroyed. Infrastructure, wells, viaducts, museums, electrical systems. Iraq had a higher literacy rate than the US prior to the invasion. Generations have by now grown up familiar with extreme violence and traumatized by their…

Rumsfeld burning in hell? Stuff happens!

Is Rumsfeld burning in hell right now? That’s a known unknown. I kid, I don’t believe in hell, but a bad person has died, and that’s how I’m going to remember him, as an arrogant, evil shit.

Johnson & Johnson in the Johnson?

Other than Harold Wilson, I am unable to think of a single decent statesman the UK produced in at least the last century. And please don’t mention the genocidal old asshole that the Brits think passes for statemanship just because he was good at glib talking points.

I could not agree more.

Art collecting at “lower” levels (i.e. emerging artists) is challenging, time consuming, and more of a financial risk (not relevant to them).

High end art is a tax shelter/money laundering scheme. Fuck all these people and their hideous art clout farts.

I think you are giving them way to much credit concerning how and why they choose their ‘art’.

I have nothing to say about this except that I think Damien Hirst’s work is hideous. 

It can also be a symptom of chronic anxiety, but mostly Phil nailed it. People are chronically late because they value their time more than yours, period.

This story is absolutely terrifying. It’s more than merely the paranormal; it’s that something evil took advantage of your good will in order to torment and frighten you as much possible. It reminds me of the phrase (and the title of the novel by Stefan Zweig): Beware of Pity (in German: Vorsicht vor dem Mitleid).