Desire Armed

Quotidian is a new word for me. I discovered it in an essay about Flannery O'Connor's, "A Good Man Is Hard To Find."

Tolerate she must, then, the reader who senses that as the Grandmother reaches for her son’s clothing, she—like the voice in the song—recognizes that goodness is to be found in the quotidian, the commonplace. Indeed, the grandmother’s epiphany may be that goodness has been in her midst, within her reach. The good man was one of her babies, one of her children. The good man was Bailey.

I made that. Impressive, I know.

I also made a Simpson type character walk, but Justin says Adobe Flash would make life easier.

When I was in Oklahoma, I met an artist named Traci Martin.

Here is a nice picture she took of a jellyfish.

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I want your criticism.

This site has been online for a year. I have loved the conversations that I've had with my dear friends and enemies on here.

So now, I invite suggestions. What do you like, and what do you hate about my little blog kingdom? What would you do differently?

Be brutality honest.

Comment anonymously if you want, or send me a personal email. Brandon@desirearmed.com

I haven't been in the mood to post anything lately.

Well, as I started typing this, I discovered that there are a lot of ants in my room. One actually crawled across my screen. I killed it with my fingernail.

Usually, I let my right hand fingernails grow out some. I like playing guitar with just a bit of an edge on my fingers. Justin told me once it looked gross. But, today they helped me kill an ant.

Perhaps, tomorrow they will help me take over the world.

B$

P.S. Three ants were killed in the making of this post.

Whenever I am in the restroom, I am naked. Seriously, as soon as I enter, I disrobe.

Before I do anything after that, I stare at myself in the mirror and say things like, “It's winning time you magnificent son of a bitch,” or, “God broke the mold after he made you baby,” or, “Say it to my face! Say it to my face!” ETC....

This routine, however, has caused a few scenes in public restrooms, and at least once, a senator made a pass at me in a Minnesota airport which lead to his arrest. I was paid a small sum of money to state that I was neither there nor naked.

(Stories I Tell Myself, by S. Brandon Smith)

Been listening to this guy a lot.

Same park in the video of the last Brett Dennen video I posted.

I went to Church yesterday online. St. Pixels to be exact.

Here's a pic of me chatting it up with some ladies.