Welcome to Weirddom

Hi. My name is Rumble. And I’m a goat. You might be thinking. Why am I reading a goat’s blog? There are many reasons. First off, I’m an anti-capitalist goat. That doesn’t mean I don’t participate in anti-capitalist practices. It just means that when I’m at Starbucks, I begrudgingly accept my Lemon Pound Cake and, as a hunter blesses their kill, I, too, bless my kill by acknowledging that many living things were sacrificed in the production of this sweet treat.

Secondly, you should listen to a goat because I love indie horror. Most goats do not love indie horror. I do. I like to share my thoughts about what I read, and I do tend to ramble on about how a certain book has done something for me. I don’t write proper reviews (that’s too capitalist); instead, I write impressions of what I’ve read, typically by authors from indie presses. Not always. Sometimes, I’m like fuck it, and just want to read whatever I pick up, and I start reading it, and that’s that.

Lastly, a blog by a goat demands a special kind of attention—most goats who can speak are incarnates of the devil, or in the case of Edward Albee’s famed play, The Goat, or Who Is Sylvia?, a love interest. Either way, goats, when they can talk, do speak candidly about how they feel. Have you ever met a goat who hasn’t? Maybe you have, but I’ve never a goat who hasn’t.

That’s how it goes.