a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 73 Sunday Evening Precinct Walk, Pico Rivera, California We walk the streets with Scottish names: Loch Alene, Eglise, Kilgarry. But from nearly every door that opens to my knock the rich scent Of cooking frijoles wafts out until it follows me from house to house.

So if you’ve been thinking about dropping everything and travelling around the world as Friend of FaN, Laurenne did, then you should know that it’s not only the adventure of a lifetime but also a pretty awesome makeover. Check it out! [Source: humans are funny]

. a blogumn by Kelli Bielema A few months ago, I wrote about going to my 20th high school reunion.  It’s still incredibly difficult for me to fathom that I graduated twenty years ago. Regardless of my disbelief, it is reality and was celebrated a few weeks ago in my hometown of Prophetstown, Illinois. I [...]

I just wanted to thank you guys once again for making our Month of Minefields so ridiculously awesome. I really appreciated reading your comments on a range of topics that we hadn’t really talked about before, and I am convinced now more than ever that Fierce and Nerdy has the best readers in the history [...]

Wow, this is soooo surprising. Somehow you guys didn’t know that Friday’s lyric was from “Kiss Me Deadly” by Lita Ford. So I was able to eke out one point from last week’s abyssymal Women Who Kick Ass! Week. Ah well, let’s move on. This week also has a theme, but in a fun twist, [...]

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 72 Restless Spirits at the Halloween Party Purple spider lights her web. Skeleton bursts from his grave skull ablinking. A ghost glows above the patio. The living arrive in camouflage to carve The sacred gourd and appease the spirits of the dead with nightlong revels.