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Almost the End of The World

Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, a young mother looks past the kid learning game on the computer. “I’m sorry, Princess. I just need to– just a minute.” She pulls the tiny chubby hands away from the keyboard and looks intently at the image. “Oh, this is not good right now. I can’t deal with it right now.”

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In North Carolina, an accountant looks at the blog comments and calls out to his beloved spouse, “Dear, is Foxfier trying to pick a fight with me, or is this a code?”

CACS rushes...

Morning After Regrets

So, I’ve been reading less because I REALLY need to do the final push on Darkship Revenge, a) before something else goes wrong with my body b) so that my publisher doesn’t kill me.

But I’ve still been reading, because, well, one needs to go to the bathroom, and read something (even if just a couple of pages) before going to sleep.

Mostly I’m reading from KULL both because until I turn books in we’re semi broke (not broke/broke, but being careful) and because, well, I am not paying close atten...

Crime, Spite, and Everyone’s Plight – by E. Marshall Hoyt

Crime, Spite, and Everyone’s Plight – by E. Marshall Hoyt

The world is full of sick individuals.

A lot, actually. I just forget, sometimes.

Today is one of those days: by pure chance and slight boredom, I checked out the trending tab on facebook. It’s the most unreliable course of information, prioritizing the sexuality of a fictional character over a man getting robbed.

Of course, since it is supposedly based on user posting and involvement, maybe it’s the still the fault of the mainstream m...

Men and Women

When I was little, periodically, a scream echoed over the village. I don’t think I could give a description of that scream that would make you hear it, but I think it might be the sort that gave rise to legends of banshees. It was a high, piercing lament, without words, an ullulation that carried for miles, so primal that it always sounded more or less the same, without one being able to distinguish who made it: young or old, man or woman.

I was over ten when I found out those cries were hera...

Alpha and Omega – by Stephanie Osborn

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Excerpt from

Division One book 1,

Alpha and Omega – by Stephanie Osborn

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“I don’t get it,” said Romeo from his seat in the training observation room. “Y’all didn’t put ME through all this testing crap. Creativity testing and obstacle courses and puzzles an’ junk. I know we’re shorthanded an’ all, but…what gives? It’d be way simpler an’ quicker to just put her through the old testing.”

“We’re getting ready to start up a new department,” answered Fox, across the small conference ta...

Meme-tic

Of all the ways people have come up with to avoid thinking, I like memes the most. They are so ridiculously easy to fall into. You see the words, you see the picture and you go “ah ah, that’s so true.” Even when on a minute’s reflection it makes no sense whatsoever.

I think in a way it follows the same pattern that proverbs followed in more ancient cultures. My dad was a great believer in proverbs and some of the ones he would pull out at all times or no time were old enough I later studied t...

We’ll Have To Shake The Magic 8 Ball Again

So, to begin with and much to my shock, I DO have a brain. Yeah, you could have knocked me with a feather. Up till now I thought I thought with my belly-button lint.

First of all, there are two thingies in the brainy.

The first one is a meningioma. Pretty sure it formed exactly where I hit my head hard when I fell on ice 3? 4? years ago. It’s PROBABLY not cancer, because it’s somewhat calcified, which doesn’t happen to cancerous varieties. OTOH if it continues growing the mass effect (size pu...

Delayed Post and yearly plan

Hi guys, the post won’t go up till this afternoon. I have a doctor’s appointment in a little over an hour and need to get ready.

I’m hoping very hard the appointment will tell me this is nothing, and I feel sure that’s what they’ll say. Which means I feel stupid about having slept VERY badly.

So, because I slept very badly and can’t think of anything to write about, I’ll give you the plan for this year:

Right now I’m closing in on finishing Darkship Revenge. Yes, I know it’s taken forever, bu...

The Builders And The Wreckers – a Blast From the Past Post from 1/4/2012

*This post is mostly about writing, but it isn’t REALLY. I’ve said for years that the main difference between us and the left is that “We Build” — while they mostly wreck. I grant you a lot of the reason they wreck is that their prophecy promises that if our system falls perfect communism ensues. But I think it attracts the sort of people who like to wreck. Like the critics I mention here, they are people who feel incapable of creating or dwarfed by others/the past, so they must tear that dow...

Aspirational

Yesterday I was musing about how good Americans are at exerting a sort of glamour on the rest of the world.

Take this movie for instance (please nobody else wants.) The room was made (and written and directed, and possibly conjured) by its main star an immigrant from Eastern parts unknown. It is a pretty terrible movie by all accounts, possibly the worst movie ever made (a position for which it strives with The Postman and Waterworld, but never mind.)

Knowing The Room is one of those peculiar...