50 years ago, when I wrote “Slime Wars”, I said — somewhere in the 300,000 word science fiction novel — that people wouldn’t believe my visions of nazis, tanks and soldiers on the streets of America, until they could see it for themselves, at which point, it’s too late.
Well, too late or not, you’d better brace yourself and at least minimally prepare for a short period of inconvenience and short supply which could easily extend through a period of some 30-40 years of constant combat.
I have no voice. It doesn’t bother me, but it’s quite noticeable.
Whenever I do speak, write, sing, act, dance, write, meditate, paint, draw, sketch or sculpt, there’s no measurable impact on anything or anyone.
I’m not a tweeter, but if I were a tweeter, I could literally tweet my ass off and be assured that nobody will ever read it — and that’s just fine by me, or it was fine by me, until Donald Trump’s name became a household word, like “slopbucket”. Continue reading
People are always asking “What’s new?”, when they really should be asking “What’s old?” — what I mean is, the old stuff keeps coming back, kind of like deja-vu all over again.
I had in mind creating a sort of shooting gallery in the GoDD™ Game Engine, like a single room with thousands of zombies, all attacking more or less at once. Continue reading
It’s Thursday again. The same thing happens to me every week, and I don’t know what’s causing it. I figure if I ignore it long enough, it will go away, but it never does.
And Thursday isn’t the only day giving me problems. Continue reading
Did it ever occur to you that you could openly wear a magical sigil promoting anything from a personal protective bubble to humanity’s immediate peace and prosperity? Well, you can, as illustrated by this elaborate and highly detailed protective “magical eyes” energy-emitting handbag tote in the photo above. Continue reading
I was wondering, what with all the lousy news and bad tidings, if anyone cared about anything beyond today’s grim headlines. Here’s what I came up with: