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Month: December 2009
Friday Flash Fiction: “The Gift of the Maggie”
A day late and a dollar short, as they say. Read “The Gift of the Maggie” at 512 Words or Fewer
Happy Boxing Day
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SnoutCast #3: Story Time
Apologies for the audio artifacts this time around. I forgot to unplug my laptop before recording and had to remove the 60-cycle hum (and harmonics) using a software notch filter. Which is ironic, because I warned about this very problem…
“HP computers are racist”
Just… just watch it. Now. I’ll wait. News coverage here. The best part is, this was very nearly the exact premise of the “Racial Sensitivity” episode of Better Off Ted, quite possibly the funniest show on TV right now: Single-camera…
Friday Flash Fiction: “Guards”
All I have to say is, Orson Scott Card has a lot to answer for. (And I don’t just mean the homophobia.) Read “Guards” at 512 Words or Fewer
25 Hours From Now…
I’ll be appearing on the 30 Hour Day livestreaming telethon between 1:00 AM and 3:00 AM Saturday to read some traditional holiday stories, including: Clement Moore’s “Twas the Night Before Christmas” Hans Christian Andersen’s “The Little Match Girl” (inspiration for…
Friday Flash Fiction: “The Stories We Tell Ourselves”
It’s been a tough week. I guess I should thank Neil Gaiman for his advice: Make Good Art. Or, at the very least, try. Read “The Stories We Tell Ourselves” at 512 Words or Fewer
Bayla died yesterday.
Bayla died yesterday. It happened in the car,on the way to the vet. We weren’t ready for her to go.We never would have been ready. She’ll neverdance by her water bowlor drink with her front pawagain. She’ll neversharpen her imaginary…