The Bighead is a horror novel by Edward Lee

Rape. Murder. Brain-eating.

Never before has a work of fiction dared to delve so deeply into the realms of perversion, sexual dementia, and bad taste...

Who is he? What is he? An inbred homicidal pervert? A supernatural psychopath? Who or whatever he is, he's on a roll now, raging out of the Virginia backwoods and leaving in his wake a trail of blood, guts, and disgust far beyond the limits of your reckoning.

JERRICA...

Sex-addict, drug-addict - a woman so far out of control she would make Linda Lovelace look like a schoolmarm. And little does she know, The Bighead is coming... for her.

THE ABBEY...

Closed for years, Wroxeter Abbey is back in business, haunted by two nuns... from hell. Erotopathic, clinically demented, gross beyond belief. To the faithful priest, Father Alexander, they will do things that absolutely beggar description...

Look it up on Wikipedia, '...possibly the grossest book ever written'.

I can say from personal experience, it is. I actually put it down.  Disgusted with myself for reading it. It is the second book of Edward Lee's I've read.  The first, 'Slither' was nothing out of the ordinary, other than being a pretty good horror book.  The trichinosis worm gone wild. Reminded me of the silly horror flicks I use to watch as a kid, where the monster was a lizard blown up to the size of a building. 

I guess 'Slither' was his attempt to be normal.  I first met Mr. Lee in a horror movie called 'Header'.  You don't want to know what that one was about. 

Back to my story, I put the book down, disgusted.  Moving on to better things.  I went back to my favorite philosopher, Micheal Montaigne   Started reading about the civil war in France where people forced parents to eat their babies and ...and worse. And that wasn't made up.  I'm slowly finishing 'Bighead', a personal quest. 

Now for something lighter.

I thought about you today, tried to take some pictures to share my day with you.

Let's start with my morning walk.

A shitty panoramic pic above of some of the houses on the next street over.  They are lucky.  They get to have the golf course for a backyard. I am not even a member of the club.  I would, if they were like 'Caddy Shack'. Old peole and their grandkids are always zipping through the neighborhood on their golf carts n the way to take a few swings.

I like this house in particular.  I wantit just to have the little room over the driveway.  See it there on the left.  Just says 'man cave', don't you think?

Here is the golf course between two  houses.  I will get to see the clubhouse for the first time day after tomorrow.  My boss has been a member since forever and we're have the Xmas party there.

Here's another house I like. Can you guess why?

Speaking of work, but not too much, here is a panoramic pic of my office.  I share it with one other person but I have the window desk.  The door goes to the office.  I'm standing in front of another door that opens to the lab. I am the connection between the two, literally and figuratively.

I took the picture to go with the video below:

First rule of Christmas fight club. don't talk about Christmas fight club.

Head is putting the decorations up.  Tonight she was so proud of herself for finding a string of lights for her favorite wreath.  Notice all the dog toys and bowls.  We love our dogs.

Okay, here is a better pic, without the toys...damn, I got the bowls in the shot.

I worked on my old spectrophotometer.  Trying to get it running.  Dug throgh boxes of lab supplies to find supplies.  The weather is still warm.  Should turn cold here in a day or two.  I keep telling the boys to get the leaves raked before they have to do it in their coats. 


My eyes are starting to water. They do that when I get tired.  time to get 'tween the sheets.  Let's hit the Tao and hit the hay.

chapter 34The great Tao flows everywhere, both to the right and to the left.
The ten thousand things depend upon it; it holds nothing back.
It fulfills its purpose silently and makes no claim.

It nourishes the ten thousand things,
And yet is not their lord.
It has no aim; it is very small.

The ten thousand things return to it,
Yet it is not their lord.
It is very great.

It does not show greatness,
And is therefore really great.

Here's another translation, this one is closer to the one I read:

Chapter 34

The great Tao is like a flood
It can flow to the left or to the right

The myriad things depend on it for life, but it never stops
It achieves its work, but does not take credit
It clothes and feeds myriad things, but does not rule over them

Ever desiring nothing
It can be named insignificant
Myriad things return to it but it does not rule over them
It can be named great

Even in the end, it does not regard itself as great
That is how it can achieve its greatness

I have a new mantra...'ever desiring nothing'. I like that.  'ever desiring nothing'. A Texican would say ' I don't need a gawd damn thing'. 

Good night.