Mark A. Rayner's Blog: Mark A. Rayner's Goodreads Blog, page 149

Thag not center universe!

The winter had been especially severe, and as Thag had predicted, the clan didn't have enough food to survive it comfortably.

To the Shaman, Weasel-Scratch-Face-Brother, this had been an opportunity to blame Thag.

"The Sky God is angry with us for putting Thag on this council," he told the assembled Elder's Council, which was meeting to discuss how to deal with the food shortage.

A few nodded their heads, while others just looked worried. Thag looked bored. But really he was just angry. The long

Thag do revolution!

Something was rotten within the Thunka Glunka Clan, and the putrid stench swirled around the vortex that was Thag.

The previously unassuming Thag.

Thag was a competent hunter, a low-key leader, once a loving partner (before his mate Onga had left him for the clan's shaman, Weasel-Scratch-Face-Brother) and a burgeoning artist.

It was Thag's art that had caused the stench storm; in particular, a satirical painting showing how Dubyag — the leader imposed on the tribe's hunters — had screwed the mammot

After all those years of doubt, proof! By melon

So, what will you do now?

Call a prostitute I suppose….

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Thag sleep on it!

It had finally happened. No, the Thunka Grunka Clan was not about to finally get rid of that walking meat stick, the shaman Weasel-Scratch-Face Brother. It was not nearly such good news.

His ex-mate, Onga, had finally got on the shaman's nerves.

Onga had left Thag for the shaman nearly a season ago, and in a strange way, they had been good times for Thag. He'd become the leader of the hunters. He'd discovered art — in the form of cave painting — and this artistic flowering had garnered him even

Carnival of Satire (#116)

You thought there wasn't going to be another one of these, didn't you? Well, I admit, between finishing up Marvellous Hairy, and actual paying work, it was touch and go. But there is some great satire here so the show had to go on. Thanks, as always, to the people who follow the submission instructions and helped out by submitting the best satire (written by someone else) they could, and may a thousand self-absorbed liver flukes plague those who spammed me!

As always, Future Update has its m

Thag not like politcs!

Thag had made his decision — he was not taking Onga back, even if the shaman, Weasel-Scratch-Face-Brother, insisted. Thag could see why Weasel wanted him to take her back; Onga was driving the shaman crazy.

The flesh-pole with ears shaman insisted. And Thag refused.

Weasel then lobbied Onga's father, Bushenior to force Thag to take her back. The Elder was fairly influential within the tribe, and he told Thag that if he did not take Onga back, he would install his son, Dubyag, as the new leader

Shatner rocks the Palin farewell speech

Bill truly is not just a national treasure — he's a universal gift! Here he does his interpretation of the gibberish the retiring governor of Alaska spouted in her speech.

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Bill interprets, in case the embed doesn't work. Hat Tip to Olga at ENC Press, for alerting me to this.

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Attention book reviewers and influential readers

We interrupt the usual claptrap here on The Skwib for a little promo.

If you consider yourself a book reviewer or an "influential readers" then I have review copies of my second novel available. What's an influential reader? If you publish your views in any publication such as a blog, podcast or other media, have a book club or buy books for a library, then I'd be happy to send you a copy. If you'd like to help out in some way so you can get a copy, but you don't see any of those being you, I'

Thag not grok god!

The natural world was not a mystery — when it rained, they got wet. If they were in the mountains, rain was dangerous because it would swell the streams, making them difficult or impossible to cross. Rain made hunting more difficult, as it tamped down the signs of prey.

For Thag, these things were evident, not a cause of mystery. They were cause and effect.

But for others in the Thunka Grunka Clan, rain was one of a thousand mysteries that only their shaman, Weasel-Scratch-Face-Brother, could gu

Windows file copy dialog author visits some friends & Sunday O-Rama

Another classic xkcd: The author of the Windows file copy dialog visits some friends:

Sunday O-Rama

While I'm procrastinating, perhaps a few announcements are in order.

MARVELLOUS HAIRY is coming! That's right, my second novel is on the way this fall, courtesy of Crossing Chaos Enigmatic Ink, a publisher for "The Enigmatic Polygeneration". If you'd like to sign up for my newsletter, or facebook page, you can get the details as they're available, though the book should have a pretty good distr