When I was in the eighth grade a holocaust survivor came in to talk to my school about survival and forgiveness. She spent an hour, working her aged vocal chords together in such a manner as to convey she had moved on from what had happened to her, and reached a new plane of tranquility.
I remember sitting in the bleachers and thinking: “good for her… but I still hate my sister.”
This is the kind of vitriol, humor, and sense of screwiness that I bring with every post on DunceUponATime.com
If you have some free time, go ahead and check it out. It's a great time-killer at work. I'll figure out some way to put out new stuff in the future.
On another note, I always enjoy hearing from my readers. To that end the following are e-mail address I can be reached at:
brandoncwoods@gmail.com
