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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… I think about how, when I was four years old, my mother put me in a Catholic daycare so that she could return to the workforce (we were not Catholic) only to pull me out in short order because with my long hair and delicate features...
It’s rained for a good portion of the day, which was a welcome change. Even though Maine is filthy with lakes and ponds and rivers, it’s also apparently in a drought, or so I’ve heard. Many wells in the area have gone dry, but...
… but I’m also not not saying we should punch people with smart glasses either. (Seriously, don’t punch people with smart glasses.) (But do take their glasses off and step on them.) (Violence is never an answer.) (Except when breaking...
Because I have a very hard time finishing things I start. Send me an email Latest 3 posts 02 Aug, 2026 Ten Reasons Why I Will Fail at Blaugust 30 Jul, 2026 Don’t Say the S-Word on Bear, Apparently (Update: I Was Wrong, So Oops and Hail...
So the title of my last post was originally “Online Friends vs Raising Satan In Your Basement,” which I reposted with a new title: “Online Friends vs Summoning Goats In Your Basement.” Why the retitle, you may wonder? Well, that post...
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...
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...