He was a matrix of numerous materials,
a mixture of pride and fear,
the proximity of silver,
the risk of diminution,
a preternatural affinity for flashlights.
Contradictions and incongruities
made him a suitable symbol of the age.
He'd instinctively play dead.
He liked the comfort it provided.
-- Scott H. Stoller
The Binky Fairy and Other Lies Parents Tell Kids
On Silver Lake's 'Walking Man'
Survivor of Mont. bear attack says she played dead
We have to be realistic here.
As we go slinking from ledge to ledge, the legacy
of recent human evolution feels like an elaborate sham.
We have to be realistic here.
Regardless of the various twists and turns
their intentions were never really in question.
We have to be realistic here.
This is no time to make new enemies.
Let us die in peace, on our own terms.
-- Scott H. Stoller
Funniest Last Words, Deathbed Witticisms
Adventures in Very Recent Evolution
'Salt' tries to shake you, but it's a sham
In subterranean mines,
below the icy planet's surface,
we've reprogrammed human stem cells
into zombies, in all their top-down glory,
in countless configurations,
with defensive arsenals ranging from
third perspective shadow and dynamic depth of field,
to the potent ability to eradicate available sunshine,
all unique, all in stock and all free of charge.
-- Scott H. Stoller
Reprogrammed Stem Cells May Have Limited Use
Aliens swarm onto Steam
'Plants vs. Zombies' invading Xbox Live
The Gulf Coast found itself in an odd
moment of my life. He understands
how weather works. But more
important, Terry was accurate.
After searching all night in
the oil. He was good on
TV, and they were about
to be right. The gulf. Was this the
life they wanted? The sea.
-- Eric Elshtain
Rescuers Find No One Trapped in New Jersey Garage Wreckage
TV's Crowning Moment of Awesome
The Gulf waits: Oil is plugged, but for how long?
In radio deserts where goats dig holes to puncture a
twilight nest, in some warehouse. To transport elite fish
whose tricky eggs think they might not be hatched. But the
murky ocean they steamed threatened nobody; even attempted
other unnamed relocations in radio deserts. Where goats dig
holes to puncture a twilight nest in. Some warehouse to
transport elite fish whose tricky eggs think. They might not
be hatched, but the murky ocean they steamed. Threatened,
nobody even attempted other, unnamed relocations.
-- Glenn R. Frantz
Saving sea turtles one egg at a time
Chupacabras: Fact or fiction?
Iran denies that returned citizen is nuclear scientist
He rests his head on a pillow of tattered towels,
broken-down and rusting on a backstreet.
Taken by surprise, he ran out of everything,
a first-class nightmare coming true.
He leans back, closes his eyes, and wonders
how much more he can bear, new to this quiet desperation.
It stabs, burns, aches and throbs, gnaws at you,
knocks you for a loop. But, sooner or later
it all goes away. Unless, he's been told, it doesn't.
-- Scott H. Stoller
Desperate times
When pain becomes chronic
Death at Electric Daisy Carnival
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