lokes in damp 3 hotos
1. Neil from ESPN has been emailing me. And he says, “In short: We’re inviting folks to submit (to fictioncontest@espnthemag.com) sports-themed short stories of up to 3,000 words, and the best story (as picked by me and the editor of Stymie) will run in a future issue of ESPN. Then comes the fame and fortune, naturally.”
If you have a sports story, send it. Deadline is June 1st.
2. I just got an iPhone. Why should writers care? What can I do now besides take notes and commit “Douche baggery in a mesmerizing false flame.”
3. This invisible bookshelf is like emo-in-a-seatbelt badass.
I feel like I can totally empathize with the kid in this picture–either kid, actually. And maybe the mom, too? This picture makes me feel Christ-like. It inspires me to levels of empathy and kindness that are all-encompassing, and larger than time.
this picture is fantastic, i keep coming back, it’s art-in-itself
I feel like I can totally empathize with the kid in this picture–either kid, actually. And maybe the mom, too? This picture makes me feel Christ-like. It inspires me to levels of empathy and kindness that are all-encompassing, and larger than time.
sean, you need a few more phones:
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ilEdroh3uzM&feature=player_embedded
what about sports poetry!
this picture is fantastic, i keep coming back, it’s art-in-itself
casey at the bat ftw
sean, you need a few more phones:
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ilEdroh3uzM&feature=player_embedded
what about sports poetry!
Yeah because real emo bands like Mineral, Christie Front Drive, and Sunny Day definitely looked like that pathetic little kid.
The Smiths rule.
Yeah because real emo bands like Mineral, Christie Front Drive, and Sunny Day definitely looked like that pathetic little kid.
Only poem about sports.
Just like Field of Dreams is the only novel about sports.
The Smiths rule.
Only poem about sports.
Just like Field of Dreams is the only novel about sports.
The carseat in this picture is the best thing I’ve ever seen.
I’d bet it doesn’t understand him.
Fucking Fisher-Price sellouts.
Also, I was that kid.
Only with boobs.
The carseat in this picture is the best thing I’ve ever seen.
I’d bet it doesn’t understand him.
Fucking Fisher-Price sellouts.
Also, I was that kid.
Only with boobs.