When things are going well for me--when everything is in its right place, and there is that perfect balance of forward motion, productivity, and randomness--there occurs a phenomenon that I've never shared with anyone until now. It's just a little thing, a small quirk, but when I notice myself doing it I can't help but … Continue reading The Problem with Perpetuity, Paradox, and Paroxysmal Perspicacity
I haven't talked about Marvel much lately. Honestly, I haven't talked about much of anything here lately, and for that I feel ashamed. It's not that I feel like I owe you anything--this blog has no rabid fanbase desperately hanging on my every word. This blog, from its inception, has merely been an outlet, a … Continue reading The Night the Silver Age Died
... 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
So much to do, so little time. Unless you consider that time is meaningless in an infinite and circular multiiverse, in which case, I may have not happening to be about to was at one point will be having already done all the things I've never done before again for the first time. I … Continue reading Lament of the Polymathic Geek
If automobiles are passing you on the right hand side, you could very well be in the wrong lane. If automatons are passing you, you do not live on our planet. There are days when I find it difficult to coax the word onto the screen. If this were 1953, I would find myself staring … Continue reading Day Three – Put On Your Corporate Oligarchy Homburg, and Give Us a Grin
I wrote this a while back and recently reworked it - new clay, new vision. You won't get the orphic reference until the end, but I insist the entire piece is merely a riff on inverted reflections of lyrical cubism in a variegated temporal dysphoria as seen through orange glass during a supernova hurricane of … Continue reading My Life Story: A Prequel (or Orphic Distraction)
Well, there's another short story off to meet its fortunes. I'm channeling Asimov - only I'm not nineteen, this isn't the pulp era, and I'm not a supergenius. Maybe I should try harder. It just seems to me that I spend entirely too little time writing, and yet I still manage to roll out material … Continue reading It’s Away!