(Nota bene, my lunchbreaks for the last while have been occupied by exercise, so the last few entries in this series are going to be more like Watching Avatar: The Way Of Water On Juneteenth But Broken Up Into Lunchbreak-Sized Chunks Just So I Don’t Disrupt The Format Of The Series; thank you, as you were) 🎶 Hey...

Antecedently: Let’s split up, we can do more damage that way; The Little Engine That Couldn’t (Produce Serotonin); O’Neal opens a retirement account Isaac proposes a distraction to lure the darmed guards into another car, get them to drop their weapons, etc; his idea is for Hattie to pretend to be a lost tourist...

(Nota bene, my lunchbreaks for the last while have been occupied by exercise, so the last few entries in this are going to be more like Watching Avatar: The Way Of Water On Juneteenth But Broken Up Into Lunchbreak-Sized Chunks Just So I Don’t Disrupt The Format Of The Series; thank you, as you were) ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ THE...

AS THE READER MAY KNOW, I work for a law firm, as befits my deeply serious nature and inability to lie1. Today we felt the first cold fingertips of a sticky, clotted wind, a stupid portent of the truly dumb things that are surely to come: a client, unsatisfied with the already five-figure settlement we had managed...

Man so we’re watching Unsolved Mysteries, mainly because Mrs. Columbo wants to and Lordt knows she watches enough dumb shit that I wanna watch; she likes all the crime-o stories and similar that make you think your neighbor is a murderman, but every once in a while they’ll do a spookum and my ears will go spoing and...

Antecedently: a man the Supreme Court is allowing to exist for now; Battle of the Linguist Mages fanfiction; I regret answering ‘Cebuano’ when William asked me for a random language The First Ride Of The Xibalba Corps (Aspect-Generation Flashbacks) William’s proposition: an extremely erotic1 mission, in which Dani...

Okay so the other day I hopped out of work for a piece to take Mrs. Columbo’s ride—the Santa FeLine™—on over to the tire place for to get its stepper mended, and it was pretty good times: dude all calling me sir1, me not knowing what I’m doing but not really stressing it2, sittin’ there readin’ some Ancillary...

It happened as we went about our nightly routine, our Golden Girls and Tiny Chef watched to cool down from the Serious Program we do before the jazz gummies kick in and wrap our brains in the dark and starry velvet of their loving embrace. The day being in the final turn of its wheel, this was less eventful than my...

Now and then I’ll remember my elderly co-juror who, in another life, had run an adult cinema and, in this one, disruptively corrected the prosecutor when he misquoted Star Wars. He was one of the last of the Porno Cowboys, maybe THE last; the snaps on his shirt-pockets older than unleaded gas, his mustache a furred...

“The whole clan hates me! All they see is demon blood! When I asked Aonung what the five fingers said to the face he didn’t get it! I had to slap him like six times!” ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ CRAAAAAAAB MEEEEEEEEECHS ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ cool so now we’re just torturing intelligent creatures ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ ⦁ I don’t wanna see this, James Cameron!...

YO BACK UP NOW AND GIVE A BLOGGER ROOM, THE THREE FLOWERS OF VIRTUE ARE ABOUT TO GO BLOOM I started this book on my Palma while lying in a makeshift fort1 in my wife’s daughter’s family’s house, recovering2 from both the heat and an outing with additional visiting family to the Phoenix Children’s Museum, which was...