You know what obstructs any meaningful commentary on social issues that I see in the news?
Having the damned “P” key stuck on my keyboard.
I’ve told you guys before how it changes “hope” to “hoe.”
Tonight we discovered that it converts the “gay pride” to “gay ride.”
My intended meaning is altered entirely, in other words.
Somebody tell me how to fix my keyboard — lease.
I have to say I think it’s weird
there’s salt and pepper in my beard.
And so today I’d like to scold
my melanin for getting old.
I am honored today to share some wonderful news — my colleagues over at The Bees Are Dead have graciously nominated a short story of mine for the Sundress Publications 2018 Best of the Net Anthology.
The title of the story is “At the End of the World, My Daughter Wept Metal,” and it was published last August over at the B.A.D. website. (You can find it right here.) It is an apocalyptic sci-fi horror tale in which nanotechnology is used for an astonishing medical breakthrough — but then goes horribly, catastrophically wrong.
I would like to thank B.A.D. Editors Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron and Dennis Villelmi for the nomination and their invaluable support for my work. I am truly grateful.
Happy Birthday, Jaine!!!
This cake misspells your name.
The Brits include an “i,”
although I know not why.
I miss you very much —
your charm and fun and such …
Have fun across the sea
With your boys and with Denis!!
Today’s agenda:
1) Give you up, let you down, run around and desert you.
2) Make you cry, say goodbye, tell a lie and hurt you.
C’mon … you know that I’m KIDDING.
I’m NEVER gonna do those things!!
This song is dedicated to writers with W.I.P.’s (works in progress) everywhere.
You know — like something that’s 75 or 80 percent finished, but lacks a proper ending. You just KNOW you need to finish it … even if it’s for no other reason than the sunk costs fallacy. (You’ve already invested so much time and effort!)
I’ve got two such projects. Let’s make a pact. I’ll finish mine if you finish yours. (I almost wrote “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” and that’s weirdly Freudian. I’m glad I caught myself.) Anyway, we’ll ALL be winners, so we ALL get the shiny red hats.
Now WIP it
Into shape!
Shape it up!
Get straight!
Go forward!
Move ahead!
Try to detect it!
It’s not too late
To WIP it!
WIP it good!
[Update: oh god, now this song is in my head and won’t stop! Send in Credence Clearwater Revival immediately!]
Although I suppose Roanoke’s characteristic iron-rich dirt looks more tan than red today. It still was a canvas for some of nature’s eye-catching patterns.
Man oh man, I would have loved to play on that Jurassic-looking soil with my toy dinosaurs when I was six years old.
There’s a terrific interview over at Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine with my good friend and colleague, Dennis Villelmi. Dennis speaks at length about his career as a writer, from his early inspiration by the works of Clive Barker to his current work on The Bees Are Dead.
Dennis has always been a creator to watch, and he remains one of my favorite writers. I really enjoyed getting a glimpse of the processes behind his unique and baroquely dark poetry.
Head on over and take a look.
I just started the Twitter hashtag #spaceforceselfies to troll Donald Trump’s planned “Space Force.” Just take a shot of yourself in any sci-fi getup to parody an eager recruit. You get extra points if you work in a gag directly at the president’s expense within the photo.
This could be a lot of fun if it gains traction among the cosplayer crowd. I’d go first, but I haven’t the slightest idea how to make a costume.
I’d love to figure out a way to make a convincing costume for the Mobile Infantry depicted in Paul Verhoeven’s 1997 adaptation of Robert A. Heinlein’s “Starship Troopers.” This … this might actually just be an elaborate excuse for me to dress up as “Starship Troopers.”
Seen from Towers Shopping Center.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 