i was 13 years old when i read an amazing short story by harlan ellison in the pages of a sci-fi magazine. it was later turned into a remarkable twilight zone episode. starred danny kaye, of all people. it’s about an old man, a haunted veteran and a pocketwatch. “I’m also responsible for dogs and …
railing against common sense and logic, georgia’s new governor is going ahead with his plan to eventually restore the state flag to its former infamy. after all, that was the one winning promise that got him elected. okay, maybe i’m wrong and perhaps he won based on his impressive stance against… oh, who are we …
in a style that amusingly mirrors the safety instructions provided to airline passengers, the office of fatherland homeland security has provided a handy-dandy guide to safe living under threat of terrorist attack. as well-meaning as it may be, the iconic drawings are just ripe and ready for sarcastic re-captioning. like this one: “don’t worry. get …
i took the political compass test a few years ago. i stumbled across it this evening and took the six-page quiz again. i don’t remember my score from way back when, but as of today i am slightly leftist and somewhat libertarian. for my graphed results, go here. leftist and libertarian? man, i’d never win …
the rest should follow in kind. She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that Damien’s theory of jet lag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of …
i started coming up with this list on the drive into work this morning. some were obvious, others were tricky. and still more were terribly elusive. such is often the case with emotionally-based concerns, as they only rear up to be noticed under just the right circumstances. that’s the gift of associative memory i suppose, …
it’s no secret that i love my hometown, even if my answer changes with every time i’m asked “so, where are you from?” the specific answer requires explanation. “fort oglethorpe,” i say. and they look at me, possibly trying to determine if i really look like an army brat. “it’s in north georgia,” i continue. …
or afghan, or throw-rug. but if you want to hear all about the wee son of the self-proclaimed king-of-pop, why not go right to the source? here are selections from my name is blanket, written in 2046 by blanket jackson.
he is not one of the big names. articles written over the last few weeks and the next few weeks, they’ll remind you of this fact. he’s no superman, no batman, no spiderman. yet he’s always been a hero that appeals to me. it’s because he’s accessable, i suppose. or maybe because he’s flawed, he’s …
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