The Other Twlilight

There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call The Twilight Zone.

The Occasional Wasp and Other Thoughts

In which many, many important things are mentioned — including the obligatory Flash mention, a subliminal Dude reference, and new work coming in August.

And now, a little bit of powerdorkery…

Longtime readers of this blog — and anyone who had to sit through a meeting with me in the late Nineties and early Aughts — might remember my enthusiasm for a little Apple device called the Newton. I won’t go into it’s history here, but I absolutely loved the Newton. It was a great tool [...]

On New Ideas and the Perils of Watercress

Well, it’s been a while. Lying in bed a few weeks back I found myself drifting in and out of a vague dream about a clone on the run from some sort of shadowy government agency. In my half-waking mind, the components of a story started to come together. Upon waking, I was surprised to [...]

Il Terribile Pescecane

In which I relate how I got my Big Break . . . and why I let it go.

The Cat and the Fox

In which I drop vague hints, recount a trip to Aurohn Lake this past weekend, and discuss the appeasement of local gods.

On Podcasts

Kensinger Jones is an old-school advertising man who made his mark back in the 1950′s and 60′s with a lot of original, award-winning work. As I understand it, Tony the Tiger is one of his credits, as are the Jolly Green Giant and Lil’ Sprout, the Pilsbury Doughboy, and a number of advertising icons. He [...]

“The Third Day Comes a Frost…”

Cold times here in the midwest — single digit temperatures and below, arctic winds, and lots of grumpy people. And when the sun does shine, it’s a brittle, cheerless light.

So, of course, I’m loving it.

A Little Bit of November

I’m just now starting to come out of the foggy haze that washed over me last week — a low fever, chills, and not much else to show for it all. I felt bad enough to notice but not enough to take off of work. My coworkers kept offering me various cold medicines, despite my [...]

Garrick’s Lament and the Appeal of Milkweed

In which our Beloved Author wastes some time whining about time as a prologue to recounting his weekend (supplemented with photographs). A few interesting links are also provided and a political endorsement is made.