Pale Blue Auto-Mobile

2009-04-09T04:09:00.000-04:00

2009-03-09T23:55:00.004-04:00

The Old Fight My boss here in Cape May thinks we Irish are a funny lot, still finding ourselves in a tizzy over things that happened 300 years ago. With all the beauty of the land, him and a big part of the world still believes we’re populated by bomb-mad crazies and that our highest goal is to get on the dole. I tell him, “Is Jersey a state-sized pollution spewing engine inhabited by

2009-02-23T00:38:00.002-05:00

The Word Detective Tracks "gig", whirly and otherwise"The first incarnation of 'gig,' around 1225, was to mean 'a flighty, giddy girl,' although this sense may well have been based on an earlier sense of 'gig' meaning 'something that spins or whirls' (as later found in 'whirligig')."

2009-02-13T23:35:00.001-05:00

2009-01-16T00:02:00.000-05:00

"What I should like to find is a crime, the effects of which would be perpetual, even when I myself do not act, so that there would not be a single moment of my life, even when I were asleep, when I was not the cause of some chaos, a chaos of such proportions that it would provoke a general disturbance so formal that even after my death its effects would still be felt." - "Juliette" -- the

2008-11-17T14:32:00.001-05:00

What Road? Find more videos like this on AdGabber

2008-10-25T04:12:00.000-04:00

Book em, Dano

2008-10-18T01:55:00.005-04:00

The night the comedienne called me "bland"Half a half-assed storyInteresting that she hasn't found an impressive man in so long. In my experience this means that she's up for five more years of therapy.And while she might "be a bolster for a man", as she so quaintly put it, perhaps she also just naturally undercuts him (oh the type!) in not so obvious ways.Again, in my experience with being a

2008-09-17T17:15:00.000-04:00

A Clean Non-Bloody PlaceWho knew that our waiter that night was going to be named Scorcese?"My name is Marty," he (might) have said. "Please let me know if the soundtrack is to your liking. Just tell me." Continuing his staccato patter he said, "No, there are no cards for you to fill out, I became totally sick of them after a few preview audiences dissed me on them over a couple of my...er, the,

2008-09-11T23:46:00.001-04:00

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2008-09-10T03:44:00.000-04:00

2008-08-15T04:21:00.000-04:00

Radio Free Europe -- REM

2008-08-04T21:52:00.005-04:00

General Wankery"Our top story tonight -- Generalitsimo Wankery is still dead."You will remember that it was not so long ago that the general choked to death on his own bile and vitriol while excoriating his fast-departing unfaithful "followers". It was a sad day indeed for his fighting force Wanks Cranks, even though it was they, nearly to a man, who left him bleeding and naked on the Parisian

2008-06-27T03:45:00.004-04:00

Great new story at The Guild Of Outsider WritersOn the night of her eighteenth birthday, Desiree Mitchell blacked out. When she awoke the next morning, her head hurtand she was in an unfamiliar bed. Naked under the sheets, her anxiety and panic escalated.Desiree turned to the bare back of a stranger. The pale back was slender touched by shoulder length brown hair. Anticipation was killing her,

2008-06-27T03:08:00.001-04:00

Citizen Kane - How to Run a Newspaper

2008-05-03T02:27:00.002-04:00

John Scalzi Sittin' In Ya YaYou know, SFF readers are supposed to bring their sense of wonder to the reader-writer contract and there is no better SOW (unfortunate anagram) than childlike SOW. To maintain it in the real world is pretty tough, but the savvy SFF reader has a mechanism to leave all the BS behind when he opens the pages of a SF/F book. Although it makes me something of a dolt in the

2008-04-17T01:37:00.003-04:00

Sperm Bank Holdup!

2008-03-28T00:43:00.004-04:00

From Fanzine NOVAE TERRAE, April 1938 PRELUDE TO THE CONQUEST OF SPACE By Arthur C. (Ego) Clarke I shot a rocket into the air,It fell to earth I know not where,But 50 grammes of T.N.T.,Exploded in the Rectory. I shot a rocket into space,Towards the full moon's beckoning face,And was rewarded for my pains,By blowing up the Sea of Rains. I shot a rocket into the air,But notwithstanding all my

2008-01-29T03:28:00.000-05:00

Check out The Guild of Outsider Writers for my post "What's Your Story?"It deals with some of the basic realities of the writer's world.

2007-12-17T01:16:00.000-05:00

I've posted a new essay about Internet publishing at OW:Whirligigzine: Being, Internetness and Shameful Self-PromotionThe Guild

2007-12-01T17:04:00.000-05:00

A World Without Writers

2007-11-21T20:20:00.000-05:00

How Kerouac DiedKerouac died of embarrassment -- he didn't want to be King Of The Beats. Like a privacy-minded Wisconsin farmer who just needs to be left alone to get on with making a livingdoesn't want to be known as King Of The Beets.

2007-11-15T16:41:00.000-05:00

"Go here," he said mysteriously.

2007-10-26T21:35:00.000-04:00

The East Coast (and still living) Hunter S. ThompsonA Conversation with Critical Fave (and Fave Critic) Luc Sante by Will Hermes

2007-10-15T14:41:00.000-04:00