No Damn Cat
This dark morning, the rain lashes my front windows and Monstrance is on for at least the fourth time in the last twenty-four hours. So it goes. The Internet and all the channels on Blogovision are overrun with Vonnegut tributes and redundant notifications, so I will add my voice to the cacophony only to point toward this, by Lance Mannion. And to say, Exactly so: ruined. My life was ruined when I was about thirteen, when my eighth grade English teacher assigned Cat’s Cradle.