Saturday, February 21, 2009

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Thursday, February 05, 2009

This blog...

To the few interested, this blog will be disappearing in a few days. I will probably be migrating the posts to another location, if I can figure out how to do that. News will be announced as it happens.

Friday, January 23, 2009

So, I'm Done.

Earlier this week, I finished posting my novel, Five Satellites, as a blog novel. You can read it here. The whole thing's up there right now. It'll only be there temporarily, so go soon.

Thanks to everyone who kept up with it, to everyone who sent along nice comments, and to those who asked for the entire thing as a .pdf.

Watch this space for news.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I don't know why, but

There were no results in Google for "I've got your inaugural balls."

So, yeah. I've got your inaugural balls right here, mister.

In all seriousness, I don't recall there ever being this kind of excitement for a new President. This dates me, I'm sure. As far as I'm told, there was quite a bit of excitement for Reagan--but I was only two, so I can't possibly count that. Point is, everyone seems a bit happier today. I haven't talked about this with anyone--it just seems like everyone just knows, just understands that things are a little bit better. Not quite good yet, but I feel like we've got a fighting chance again.

I hope you can deliver, dude. I hope you can deliver.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

So, Yeah...

Ho-lee Shit.

Vote day, Vote day, hooleehooleehoo!

Dear every single news source:

Is it at all possible for y'all to use proper grammar when talking about early voting?

Correct: "Early voting."
Incorrect: "Early Voted."
Correct: "Voted Early."

Fucking retards. GOD!

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Five Satellites

So, since April of this year, I've been posting my book, Five Satellites, serially here. It's about two-thirds of the way posted, and once it's all been put up, It'll only all be there for a month. Then I'm taking it down in order to start shopping it around again.

You can, however, get a copy of the whole thing in .pdf format directly from me. How to do that? Just ask.

To the many who've been keeping up and who've asked for the book: thanks for reading. The response has been awesome.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Somehow, Seven Years Ago...

Somehow, seven years ago today, I was the epitome of America. And I mean that in a bad way. It was around 9-something in the morning and I was in the drive-thru of the Burger King near my house, gearing up for a big exciting day of school. I was an education major at the time. Which was one of the worst decisions of my life.

Anyhow, I got my two sausage biscuits with cheese, my frickin' breakfast cola, and my hash browns, and turned on the talk radio. They were talking about the "Twin Towers" burning, and I thought that they were referring to the local twin towers--the Proctor and Gamble HQ just a few miles down I-75, in downtown Cincinnati. For just a moment, I thought that perhaps all those crazy anti-corporate activists had gone and done something horrible.

Not so. This was quite a bit worse. And quite a bit bigger.

Still, there I sat, transfixed on my steering wheel as I sat in the BK parking lot, stuffing my face with processed meat and cheese listening to the world come to a close for the day. Looking back on it now, I feel like a fat American pig, the kind of fat American pig who contributes to the apparent stereotype of the "Ugly American." There's all that stuff that we have available, all that choice that we take for granted.

Did I mention that I was chewing with my mouth open? God, I'm horrible.

I still went to class, and I don't remember anything else important happening that day. How could I? When I was growing up, I'd heard adults say that they knew, and knew that everyone else knew, exactly what they were doing when they heard JFK took that rifle bullet to the noggin. It's sort of weird to know that my generation has a moment like that, as well. I would assume that every generation has one of those, right? The generation before my parents had Pearl Harbor, then JFK, and then 9/11.

Where were you when you heard the shit went down?