Ludwig took the short route down the toilet. With his pants around his ankles and holding the stump of his left arm, he took a long dive through the vines and into yesterday's paper. "He's a dirtbag, a commie, a shite," she says - she being her, the one, the all, the wretch. Ludwig took … Continue reading Enter the Ampersand
Again. --- My first short story was about a psychologist employed at a research facility in Southwestern Colorado. His employer was funded by the government to research ways to manipulate a human's perceptions of his own reality through drugs and what was known as the Dream Room, basically a 30x30 room with wall to wall … Continue reading Why Sci-Fi?
... froot loops ... Okay, in that commercial, you aren't even playing Super Mario Bros. and that really irritates me. You're cheering about mashing buttons during the preview screens, that's excessively irritating. Somewhere, someone thought this was okay, but it's not. I refuse to buy Froot Loops now. If I see Froot Loops, I pull … Continue reading Paroxysms: Marvel, Gaming, Froot Loops
I read quite a bit. Right now, I'm finishing up Ender's Game, and, frankly, I appreciate Card's tempo and delivery. The book is a simple read in comparison to other military science fiction I've read, and especially pleasing in comparison to some other epic science fiction I've been consumed by recently. Herbert, for example, … Continue reading Method – Without Apology (with Tangential Review of Ender’s Game)
Before I type out Day Twenty, I feel it is time to address the purpose of the Daze of the Weak. There is no purpose. While my other projects remain in various states of being edited or rewritten, or, better yet, in the limbo of being perused for publication by the last vestiges of … Continue reading Daze of the Weak – An Unnecessary and Unsolicited Explanation For Your Pancreas
Stuff is like other stuff. Life is like two marmosets in leotards hopped up on sap, raiding the Museu Paraense Emílio Goeldi for ancestral wisdom teeth after having stolen a Kleines Kettenkraftrad HK 101 from a former Fallschirmjäger officer on the lam in South America. Written, it sounds fabulous, but how the hell can a … Continue reading The Small Victory, The Larger War
I guarantee it. You'll find favor among those locked into the wanderlust cycle - a sore spot on a toe, a boil, a lesion, an open wound. Life is a three-inch ledge over a vast open space. You have one leg and a weak knee. The rail is smothered in your blood and you're wearing … Continue reading My Little Nest of Vipers