Monthly Archives: December 2017

The kid was completely shocked. Obviously, he didn’t expect to find his old man, dressed in sweatpants and a Jayne hat, clutching a battering ram sized flashlight (which was off), and mumbling something about giant floating space babies. I didn’t … Continue reading →

So, Christmas Eve rolled around and Mrs. Curmudgeon and I needed the vacation like a dying man in the desert needs a canteen of water. I’d already sent my carpenter packing (kindly and will all due respect) and I’d already … Continue reading →

I was a child once; though I can’t quite remember it. I was also a teenager, which I recall slightly better but it’s still fuzzy. Hell, I can barely remember Tuesday. The one thing I’m absolutely clear on is that … Continue reading →

Before I tell what did not happen (but almost happened) I need to tell you how I got there. In the last few posts I vaguely referred to a multi-week cascading tsunami of overbooked schedules and exhaustion. A miserable slog … Continue reading →

Physicists and science fiction writers (with considerable overlap) talk about a multiverse. This is the endearing idea that every possible situation exists in one dimension or another. On Christmas morning I caught a glimpse of a very close but distinct … Continue reading →

This is the eight year (I forgot 2015… whoops.) of a my Festivus Christmas tradition where we gather around the warm glow of the laptop and watch A Very Zombie Holiday.

This is a highlight of my Christmas season! All hail Monster Hunter.

[To “throw your hat over the wall” is a mental commitment to do something. By posting this I hope to get my ass motivated. But not yet. All things in due time.] My contribution to modern literature, Attack of the … Continue reading →

There are layers of logins related my hosting service and Patreon and PayPal donations and Amazon and all that stuff. Things have been too hectic for me to go any deeper than check comments and approve them (which allows me … Continue reading →

My last post gave a vague outline of a couple months of going to hell in a handbasket. I worried it would sound lame but my goal was an optimistic “good luck y’all” to everyone else who’s currently going through … Continue reading →