My Cardboard Balcony

Oh, 7-11 by Belinda Roddie Good, honest customer service: When you ask for two slices of pepperoni and two slices of cheese, and the cashier takes one look at the heating case and says, "Oh, those are old, honey. You don't want those." You just can't beat that. Sure can beat that stale ass pizza, though.

Pretending Is Safer by Belinda Roddie Let's dress up as pirates and avoid Krakens and scurvy.

So. Got the second dose of the Pfizer vaccine yesterday. Did okay for 24 hours. Then it felt like I ran a marathon and then prompt got hit by a bus. I'm okay now, though. Got through a super fun script session with my theatre company. Can't believe it's been more than a year since the plague madness started. I do feel a bit stretched thin overall in my creative endeavors. I just have to remind myself that it's okay to not always type out a new story or script. I'm doing a lot, and I'm enjoying it. Also, rights advocacy. That shit's also necessary. Black Lives Matter. Stop Asian Hate. I just...I gotta sleep now. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Fuck White Supremacy by Belinda Roddie No empathy for a white supremacist. No empathy for a killer. No empathy for a dude who slaughtered defenseless AAPI women because of an alleged sex addiction. No empathy for the pigs who defended him. Only empathy for those who we've lost. Only empathy for their families and friends. My empathy is only for the innocent and the marginalized. Stop Asian Hate. Stop White Terrorism.

Falling by Belinda Roddie No one warned me about the side effects of love.

The Evil Nightmare Dragons by Belinda Roddie The evil nightmare dragons rule the skies in this dark, demented metropolis, but I know where their power truly lies. I know of a garnet, true purple kissed, that we could destroy to eradicate their strength. It won't be easy, the journey, but you have your axe, and I have my blade, and we shall set sail in the Soulless Sea, where we will find this gemstone. This city cannot survive beneath a fright'ning wing span, nor can it endure this symphony of cacophonous monsters. We shall sing of better days again, but all beware the consequences of this foul nightmare.

Much Better by Belinda Roddie Dear Editor: Excellent modification to a powerful call for action.