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Thag scared at that time of month!

Thag whistled while he packed for the next trip. He liked to organize short hunting expeditions for a certain week of the month — even if there was little chance of finding game — as it was a good idea … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

Thag do meditation!

Every morning before they started the hunt, Thag would sit down away from the others, close his eyes, and listen to the wind. It was more than that, but that is what he told the other hunters. Really what he … Continue reading →

Remembering The Beard Wars

by Mark A. Rayner “Captain Chiggerson, can you hear me? Captain?” “I can hear you! I’m blind, not deaf.” “Sorry Captain, but you didn’t seem to be responding,” the historian asked. He was a young man, and was frankly shocked … Continue reading →

Thag want be millionaire!

It had been an unlucky hunting season. First of all, their big man, Grunk, got himself gored by a woolly rhinoceros in the first week of the expedition. Grunk — always the big swinging dick that Grunk — had tried … Continue reading →

Engineering an obesity epidemic

How would you react if I told you it wasn’t your fault you’re fat? Not entirely, anyway. Not the way that the medical profession or society at large would have you believe. At least part of your spare tire — … Continue reading →

Thag brain not hear, honey

“Thag, don’t forget to bring home that chunk of mammoth meat you left to hang in the forest.” No response from Thag, who is knapping flint with his whacker. He is making more flint arrowheads to replace all of those … Continue reading →

Thag make sex toy!

Thag was preparing himself for a long hunting trip. He’d already sharpened his fire-hardened spear, and collected fresh grasses for insulating his clothes and moccasins. The last thing he needed to do was cut himself a fresh set of knives … Continue reading →

Should we boycott the Olympics in Russia?

Absolutely! I think it’s disgraceful the way that Russia treats its gay and lesbian citizens. On top of that, I don’t think the Ruskies have any idea how many figure skaters their laws would disqualify, and let’s face it, a … Continue reading →

Tell Me About Your Mother

You awake each morning screaming, your mouth dry and your eyes red from the tears that bath your Pillow of Ennui. You had the dream again. Of falling. Of dogs tearing at your carcass, broken on the dirty pavement of … Continue reading →