Have you guys heard that Chuck Norris is going to cameo as a zombie on “The Walking Dead?!”
He’s credited as “Texas Ranger Walker.”
Oh my GOD. I am SO funny. Thank you in advance for the approbation that will surely follow in the wake of this joke.
[Update:] You know how I am with Chuck puns, people — NORRIS FOR THE WICKED.
Craig Michaud, CC BY 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
Remember that one night I employed druidic sorcery to soar over everyone in the forest? THAT WAS AWESOME.
People keep telling me the forest is beautiful. But I can’t see it for the trees.
Anyone ever notice that the top of the Taubman Museum of Art looks like a lot like an imperial star cruiser?
I answered a question on Twitter — and my short thread of responses really took off, with a couple of tweets getting about 5,000 likes each. (That isn’t a lot by some standards, but it’s a lot for me; I typically don’t get a huge amount of attention on the platform.) Sharing here.
So with a poem just published in Peeking Cat 40, that makes 10 anthologies where one of my poems or stories have appeared — plus two chapbooks on top of those. (The first anthology would have been Dagda Publishing’s Threads eight years ago.) When I received my copy of Peeking Cat 40 today, I promptly celebrated with MacDonald’s. (We eat healthy at my house.)
The book is superb. I’m thrilled to join so many talented writers from around the world in such an outstanding showcase of prose and poetry selected by Peeking Cat Literary over the past year. Thanks once again to Editor Sam Rose!
Somebody posted a picture of himself saying he was in Dubai just now, and I told him that was a Dubaious claim, and now even I’m starting to wonder if I take these puns a bit too far.
I’ll be right back — I’m just going to the store Dubai milk.
For any millennials reading this, the above headline is another one of my awesome 80’s references.
Pal of mine got me these bat Halloween decorations; they’re all over my house. Here’s the thing, though — they look so much like Batman’s bat symbol that I might leave them affixed at key locations in my home after the holiday, the better to confer superhero lair status. The second picture below is my bedroom door, for example.
I could go nuts. I could have a bat-lamp. A bat-coffeemaker. A bat-dishwasher. A bat-garbage can. Can’t afford the butler, though.
I saw this sign on Luck Avenue. If I leased a space from Poe & Cronk, I’d call them up, demand to speak directly to Poe, and complain about “THE BEATING OF THAT HIDEOUS HEART” under the floorboards.
I’d be joking, though. (It would be just a Cronk call.)
No pain, no trains. Or something. [bites cheeseburger Ericly]
Gainsboro Road Overpass. Roanoke, VA.