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 Perils of Free Thought (a book of no small danger)

Perils of Free Thought is filled with aphorisms, jokes, anti-jokes, philosophy, and bears.

Jokes are compact lies. But they are splendid, beautiful lies. Short stories are simple lies, and you can tell them in one sitting. Novels are long form lies. Complicated. Got to hold that lie together. Reality is just a bunch of lies in real time.

This book also contains Perils of Time Travel (another book of no small danger).

 Scenic Cesspools & other indignities (a tragi-comedy about work)

Scenic Cesspools is a tragi-comedy about work. With just enough time travel. And a bucket of grease which has something to do with free will.
Possibly everything.

Rhyme or Treason (the hard fought illusion of choice)

A collection of darkly humorous stories and columns. In Twilight of the Clowns a traditional way of life ends as clowning ceases to be a viable way of life; In Everybody Loves a Little Elf elves save a man’s business but create a literal stink about property rights and slave labor; In More than One Day in the Life of Igor Igoravitch a KGB agent is caught up in a web of intrigue that is his own creation; Australians move to take over the world with their national food, the hot dog; The web of lies in Charlotte’s Web is exposed; and the price of the simulacra in the window is finally laid bare.



I cannot recommend to you highly enough the film Rubber. The world does not have enough metafictional absurdist films about tyres.  Not nearly enough.

Rubber is a film about a tyre named Robert who rolls around making things explode while an audience watches. I need tell you no more of this story. That should be enough to pique your interest. If it isn’t, then this is not the film for you.

The evil twin conundrum

Evil twins are unhappy about the loss of half their potential. They never feel as evil as they could have been. This feeling of inadequacy makes them more evil, as the result is they try harder. As their plans get more intricate therein lies the flaw. The chance for failure grows exponentially. Begin again at the start of the paragraph. This is the evil twin conundrum. 

Red, Red, Red

This is my friend Marcy’s band Red, Red, Red. She was one of the backup singers on the Scott Steven Erickson album listed previously. She is easily identifiable as she has a lovely and distinctive voice that will probably break glass if played loud enough. Plus, there is a song called monster movie night and that may qualify this as a halloween post.

A haircut story

A few years ago I got a haircut at a home salon which advertised with a homemade sign planted at the side of the driveway.
I was sat in the chair and prepped. She started cutting. Within seconds she attempted small talk.
“So, you have a girlfriend?”
“No,” I said.
“Why not!” she said loudly. “Are you the gay?”

That is my friend Jodi‘s favorite story about me getting a haircut. But, in all fairness, it may be my only story about me getting a haircut.

(see also this story about a robot barber)

When I was but a lad.

An excerpt from Shards, WIP.

When I was but a lad. My cat killed a rat. The rat was left outside the door. I stepped outside the door, wearing no shoes, and ended up with the rat attached to the bottom of my foot. I hopped about on one foot. The other foot, with rat attached, hanging in the air. The rat, dead though it was, would not let go.