Sebastian Malloy
Sebastian Malloy
Sebastian Malloy
I had my first typewriter at five years old. I have been writing ever since. All the words on this blog are true, in one way or another. All of the art is as well. Thanks for visiting, and I hope you enjoy your stay.
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Speaking as a Gen-Xer, at our age there’s one of two ways to make new friends in this world. The first is online. The second is: This is a special shoutout to the friends I’ve made online over the years, and also the ones I’ve had to...
There were ducklings waiting for me when I arrived the other morning at the office where I was beginning my work day. They were in a box stacked atop the morning’s delivered mail. This is not an infrequent event out here in the woods....
The Laughing Heart your life is your life don't let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will...
It’s gray out today, slightly humid, but thankfully this has been a cooler week than the last. I am not a fan of heat, the sticky kind especially. Unfortunately I live in a world where it’s only going to keep getting hotter, because...
I've been taking a break from most things creative while I've been doing a lot of reading (those library books aren't going to read themselves, except for the books on tape ones), but I did buckle down and do a little art work the past...
Nearly the only time the phone rings at the post office is when someone is calling to complain. When that happens, I do my best to listen and try to solve their problem. Unless you call and are an asshole. Insulting me (for problems I...
Dear Viola: It’s hot here today, in the mid-eighties, and sticky. Not the California Valley sticky of my youth, where it hurts to breathe and your head feels as though it is stuffed with wet cotton, but sticky like wearing a cocoon of...
… this is just to say that your post, A Rebellious Brain really struck a chord with me, and I am really familiar with that undermining brain process with regard to writing. Oh my, yes. (Also, you who are reading this who aren’t...
Yesterday, I started messaging some old friends I hadn’t spoken with in literal ages. One of them, it’s been about a decade since we last connected. One I haven’t seen in person in over two decades. None of us had any falling out or...
Back in the day, I used to throw up in my mouth a little bit whenever I heard someone use the word “selfie.” It was just so childishly cutesie, so full of frosting and sugar and sparkles, a trying-too-hard combination of My Little Pony...
I fear we may have lost a chicken from our flock yesterday, although there is no gore or collection of feathers to indicate a murder has taken place. Evidence is not always left behind after a crime, however. She is a sweet bird, gentle...
It’s beginning to feel like summer here in Stephen King Country. The air is growing muggy and hot, the black flies and noseeums are beginning to bite and try to crawl into your eyes and nose whenever you go outside, and the summer people...
… please kill me now. Send me an email Latest 3 posts 24 May, 2026 Ferris Bueller’s Day Off is Forty Years Old… 22 May, 2026 I Will Eat Molten Pig Iron Before I Will Use AI For Anything 20 May, 2026 Nature Can Bite Me (Not Literally,...
I will eat molten pig iron before I will use AI for anything. That’s the entirety of my post. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. Send me an email Latest 3 posts 22 May, 2026 I Will Eat Molten Pig Iron Before I Will Use AI For Anything...
I was at work this morning, alone in the office and doing some paperwork before opening, when I caught a glimpse of two little black eyes peering at me from around the corner of a cardboard box. Mouse? I thought. After a moment there was...