Reading 11/22/63 was like discovering a beloved, terminally ill friend had miraculously recovered. I hate-read most of King’s later books and planned on doing the same with 11/22/63 but it’s just fucking amazing. People point to Under the Dome (a bloated mess) as an example of King’s ability to produce literary…

The other scene that is nightmare fuel but utterly plausible is the horror show of Gage’s memorial (not a viewing—it had to be closed casket, remember?) The father-in-law melting down, the fistfight, the casket falling and showing just a little bit of Gage’s arm, and the final blow of Rachel showing up just in time to…

Another King novel, Revival, is even more bleak (IMHO). It’s overlong but engaging, and you really get to know and care about the characters he ends up torturing. Many of his other books scared me more, but Revival...bothered me more than just about any book I’ve ever read. I think of death as being nothing more than…

YES! My thought exactly! “Why...why is David S. Pumpkins? Oh, who cares why, I’m just glad he IS.”

My scary-movie buddy and I are going on Sunday, and TBH I’m a little nervous—from what I’ve read “Us” is scary AF and we both tend to scream like howler monkeys at jump scares. I fear that one of these times we’re going to get ejected from the theater.

Perhaps you should focus on your perimeter work, good sir

The Twitter comments on this are fire. worth a look.

MM, I am right there with you. IMHO, a real friend volunteers to help you (and trusts you not to take advantage). The other day I shared with a friend that I had to go to a funeral that was going to be especially hard. That’s it, I just said “This is going to be a really bad one.” And unsolicited, she said, “Do you…

This is my favorite thing in the history of all things.

I have “divorced” several friends who started to act as if I was nothing more than their personal concierge/chauffeur/computer tech/person of all work. And I keep repeating to myself “I will not set myself on fire so others can stay warm.” But it took decades for me to not feel like a piece of shit for saying “No.” A…

All I can see is murder in his eyes. Oh, and the fact that he’s abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. 

That’s about the same as the zoo in my home town. I remember standing outside the jaguar enclosure, with the fence, a little hedge, and the cage itself separating me from the jaguar—we were maybe 8-10' apart. He was just lazing on a big suspended log, his tail going swish, swish. Our eyes met and at that moment I…

This is the EXACT ANIMATION I thought of as I read this piece. It’s perfect.

Literally. Peak efficiency dictates cheap plastic that breaks right after warranty.

Yup. This is why we can’t have nice things.

That tightly pulled back ponytail is NOT doing her any favors. So few women can wear that look well, and she is not one of them.

Even better. When you’re burdened with something, a compassionate, courageous companion can lighten the load.

This is a cool story (and I mean that sincerely, not ironically). It’s a textbook example of handling a trying situation as mature adults. I wish more people (myself included) would do this more often.

Also, Rick Yancey’s The Curse of the Wendigo, the second book in the excellent Monstrumologist series. It’s creepy and atmospheric and pretty fucking scary.

I fucking adore you.