“Things were better around here before Athebaxis the Lizard God popped in and enslaved us all, forcing us to mine deep underground for his dirty rocks,” said the boy.
“That seems like a reasonable conclusion,” I replied.
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Child of Prophecy
Posted in Writings on July 22, 2018| 4 Comments »
The Way of the Dog
Posted in Writings on June 30, 2018| 2 Comments »
One day, Dog was out playing in the muddy yard after a day and a night of rain. And when Man brought him inside and saw that Dog did leave great dirty footprints all the hell over the kitchen floor, Man was most vexed.
“Dog,” said Man, “You spend your time playing outside, and when I bring you in, you sit and rest while I am down upon my hands and knees with a Mardi Gras brand paper towel, wiping up all the mud you have tracked into the house! What say you to that?”
Dog pondered for a moment, then said, “It is you who care that the floors are dirty.”
And Man was Enlightened.
Pretty Peacocks
Posted in Writings on May 31, 2018| 4 Comments »
I would like to start out by saying that I am immensely confused by this whole situation.
Honored, to be certain. This is the highest accolade I’ve ever received as a professional writer. And this dinner is, wow. Top-notch. It’s funny how the more expensive the dinner is, the smaller the birds you’re eating get. You’d think the reverse, I guess? Anyway, it’s a lot better than the chicken wings and Leinenkugels over which this manuscript was originally conceived.
Chipmunk
Posted in Poems, Writings on April 29, 2018| 4 Comments »
Hey!
Hey!
Listen!
We need to talk about priorities!
maybe you can’t see or hear or smell it
but something to eat definitely ran into that metal pipe and I know because I saw it and heard it and smelt it and it’s. still. there.
I know I know I know I usually pee about now
but the thing you have to understand about peeing is
I can literally do it whenever I want
I can do it:
on the floor
on the wall
on the couch
on the bed
I have never been required to show you exactly how versatile I can be
So:
It’ll be fine it’ll be fine it’ll be fine seriously it’ll be fine I’ll pee later
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not ideal, but
if you really
think about it I
think you’ll agree
with me when I
say that
it’s not wise to
pass this up
because
this is food we’re talking about
Five Year and Five Month Anniversary
Posted in Writings on February 27, 2018| 2 Comments »
Boy, time does fly, don’t it? Admittedly this post would have been arguably more impactful had it been done back in October on the actual five year anniversary of this blog, but I just straight-up didn’t notice. In a sort of celebration, let’s look at the way I used to write twenty whole years ago when I was writing Mundementia One, my very first story universe (although to be fair I kind of copied a lot of theme and flavor from Phil and Kaja Foglio’s Illuminati University). I think you’ll find my writing is a bit more restrained nowadays, and this is probably for the best; I used to write with a lot of painfully self-conscious wackiness. Still, I miss being this free with my prose, writing because it was fun to write rather than in the service of some imagined goal. This was the opening of the 1997 Thanksgiving holiday special, simply entitled Black Friday…
“‘Burgers Cooked The Way You Like Them,'” reads Feeb, sweetly. “‘In Hell.'”
I blink placidly at the blazing red neon sign, festooned with tortured demon-faces and accentuated with naked gas flames which spit, crackle, and roar into the partly-cloudy November sky.
“Burgers… cooked… in Hell.”
“Sure,” says Feeb, turning to me. “Some people prefer them to the fried kind. Matter of personal preference, as far as I’m concerned, but, hey.”
“Burgers…” I repeat, “Cooked…”
I swallow.
“In Hell.” I conclude.
Rest in Peace, or, The Game Continues
Posted in Personal, Writings on January 28, 2018| 9 Comments »
Sometimes it is hard to be funny.
But let’s back up. Let’s talk about interactive fiction for a moment. You know, those games that were pretty big in the 80’s because the graphics capacity of the imagination was so, so much more than the 8-bit Nintendo Entertainment Systems that were the state of the art at the time. The ones that described the room you were in using plain text and then gave you a little command prompt you could use to (hopefully) tell the computer what your protagonist was attempting to do. The ones that mostly died out as people became jaded to the format but whose spirit has been kept alive across the years by the small but dedicated interactive fiction online fandom.
Let’s talk about Once and Future.
“Pork, Tenacity”
Posted in Writings on December 30, 2017| 1 Comment »
This one goes out to all my quote-unquote friends at Nielsen Media Research. Merry Christmas, guys.
“Half an Hour ‘Til Lunch at the Black Priory”
Posted in Writings on November 30, 2017| 8 Comments »
I was right in the middle of caving in the side of the thing’s skull with a four-pound chunk of cold-forged tempered steel when the chime came in on my messaging earring.
“Rina,” said the Prior on the other end of the ethereal connection, “I’m, uh, wondering if you could help me with a case.”
“Sure,” I replied, shattering another naked spine with a deft backhand swing. “Just let me take care of a few things.”
“Christmas in the Lab Tank”
Posted in Writings on October 30, 2017| 4 Comments »
Toby the Cuttlefish dreamed that on Christmas Night, Jesus visited all the researchers and gave them the power of speech.
The Scrivnarium 