Because it’s an election year and someone in my writer’s group said medieval fantasy writers don’t understand that armor restricts mobility.
A fictional response to the tired questions of which are best between Game of Thrones and Lord of the Rings and Star Wars or Star Trek, with a little Eddie Izzard thrown in for good measure.
When you’re homeless, there’s nothing better to lift your spirits than a good fart joke.
Let me get two things out of the way before I apply the paddles to resuscitate my neglected personal blog. First, I haven’t had much to say of a personal nature, as my recovery has, until this week, essentially put my life on hold. I didn’t see much interest in ongoing updates detailing my bed rest or progress in online snooker, although I am proud of the two century breaks I recently accomplished (wuhoo!). Second, now I do find myself back in the pool, unexpectedly and unceremoniously pushed into the deep end, I think it should be known I am not one who feels the world owes me a free ride.
Not believing in god doesn’t mean one should ignore the wisdom contained in the Bible, Torah, or Qur’an. Sadly the opposite is also true. Too many people who wrap themselves in their faith ignore its most important tenets.
On Friday, while I was looking the other way, the bean counters at ESPN put a bullet in the head of one of my favorite websites, Grantland.com. No surprise, really. Free speech has long been trumped by free enterprise in America.
The one time Wild Bill Hickok failed to sit with his back to the wall and his eyes on the door he was shot in the back and killed. The one time.
Being laid up, I’ve been bingeing on old episodes of Inside the Actors Studio and just heard Paul Newman tell a wonderful political joke. He referenced someone who is now retired so I’ll update it.
I fell on my ass for the first time last night.
Saturday morning cartoons meet cheesy romance novels in another piece of flash fiction…