So here’s the second official typecast. (The post previous this chronologically doesn’t count because it wasn’t primarily a typewritten thing.) I’ve started it with a text intro because I decided I hate having a huge image on the front page, no matter how awesome it is. However, if you’re reading this post via either RSS… Read more Typecast #2: Olympia SM-3
Two things: First, if you haven’t yet seen Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog then you’ll want to head on down to Hulu.com where they’re showing it for free. Dr. Horrible is the brainchild of Joss Whedon (of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Firefly/Serenity fame) and stars Neil Patrick Harris as the budding Dr. Horrible, an evil… Read more Dr. Horrible on Hulu and an Impromptu Short Story
Don’t you just hate it when you have a bunch of things you think are important to you going on, but then when you start to tell someone about them you realize they probably don’t give a rip? That’s sort of how I feel about the topics covered in today’s post. Not that they’re bad… Read more Three Bits
It never ceases to amaze me exactly how many things are truly dependent on objective perception. Last week I only published one post instead of my usual two. Ironically, last week I wrote more than I had in many previous weeks (individually, not cumulative). Yet, insofar as this blog is concerned, I slacked off. Now,… Read more On Obsessions
I will not become a person who has lost the ability to create the art of the past. — Harlan Ellison, Guttenberg in a Flying Saucer Quite recently I read a story in which Issac Asimov, in 1979, decided to start using a computer for writing. In it he tells of the time he had… Read more Longing for the Bleeding Edge of (60 Year Old) Technology
We sat at the ledge of the mountain, looking across the vast forest below, to the lake at the foot of the behemoth of earth and rock across from us. A biting, frigid wind blew at us from the valley, yet there we sat enjoying the song of a bird whose voice carried in the… Read more Up the Mountain
We walked into the care facility not really knowing what to expect. This was my first time here, and while Jack had previously visited (only once), he didn’t know whether Art would be able to see us. Jack’s wife, Jill, was also there, though she’d never before met Art and only once, accidentally, met me.
I have a confession to make: I couldn’t think of something good to write for today. It’s a shame, I know. I mean, I normally plan these posts a few days if not weeks ahead. But I guess this week things just sort of fell through. So, instead of interrupting what I hope you’ve been… Read more Starting Stories