Do you ever stop and consider the power and impact of a well-placed explosion? Do you ever get the urge to wax poetic about human sacrifice or the Tyrannosaurus Rex? Do you have both a rich interior world in which you are crazed ruler and also a desire to watch everyday life burst with shock, grotesquity, and adventure? Did you always take the creative option for school projects? Then you’re in the right place. Welcome.
My name’s Chris, and I’m a Middle Child, independent and thoughtful while at the same time dramatic and attention-starved (sadly, that is not me pictured above). I’ve started this site as a repository for the bizarre, the fun, the loud, all of the things that appeal to a hopeless weirdo like myself. Think of it as a news site via a wax museum, or an opinion blog run out of an explorer’s club. If it makes you widen your eyes and whisper, “Coool…” we’re here to talk about it.
Don’t let the name fool you—eldest and youngest children are also welcome here. You do not have to be a middle child to enjoy this site (though it certainly helps). Or perhaps you do, and you are, somewhat. Let’s face it, after all the estimated taxes are paid and the lawn is watered and mowed, there’s a middle child inside of all of us, wearing too much black, reading Lolita in public, and starting a small fire to see how people will respond.
Feel free to contact us with any thoughts, complaints, or recipes you might have. Submissions are always welcome as well—we would love to hear from other middle children out there, yearning to be noticed. In the meantime, enjoy, and remember, they can’t ignore you forever.