anacronyms

In which Flooding is reported
This building is built on a parking lot that is built a few feet from the banks of a creek. During the summer the creek is a mild little trickle, slightly grubby from having flowed through urban areas on its way here.
Today, we’ve been hit with heavy rain. The drive in [...]

I am not a Titleist
I’ve finished (99% finished – there’s always just a bit more polishing to be done) a short story that I’m going to be submitting to Subterranean Magazine (sorry, too damn lazy to look up the link right now.)
I need a title.
“War and Peace II”? Too derivative.“A Story So Sublime That John [...]

In which future Dogs and Ponies are encountered, without Benefit of Time Travel
I’m signing up for Microsoft’s dog-and-pony show in November, in which they will extoll the creamy skinned virtues of their latest SQL Server product, describe how it strains at the restraining lace fabric that tenderly cups it, talk lovingly of its full, tender…
Or [...]

In which the author seeks a Name
I’m thinking of moving ahead with That Which Is Not a Contest. Nobody at PostSecret has replied to my email, so I’ll just go ahead and post the image with a link back to PostSecret.
The burning question at this point, though, is the name of the NonContest. The sxKitten [...]

In which the author, being Concerned with such things, Rejoices in the finding of another Source of Fucktards, which will stand him in good Stead should the Superconducting Fucktard Collider ever come online
I write this post partly to offer hope to Tod Goldberg, who, having hung his online presence on the concept of the fucktard, [...]

First, no word yet from the PostSecret guy. I’ll keep you posted. I won’t keep it a secret. (heh)
On the Fiction Front, I’ve completed the first draft of the story I intend to submit to the Great Scalzi Subterranean Magazine Freakout. Although I think I mentioned that before? Could be. I’ve also written 3500 words [...]

The Superconducting Fucktard Collider
I’m drawing up blueprints for the world’s first Superconducting Fucktard1 Collider.
All I need is a few square miles of virgin territory, a few thousand truckloads of concrete, a massive power supply, and a little knowhow, maybe a billion dollars worth all together. With that, I’ll construct (not singlehandedly, of course: perhaps ‘oversee’ [...]

In which a Non-Contest is one step Closer to Formalization

In which an Idea springs into Being, and is Written Down before Sufficient Thought is Rendered unto it.
I have an idea for a contest. Wait, not a contest… an experiment.
I ran across PostSecret again today after losing track of it. It’s an incredible site. Even if only half the posted secrets are true, it’s heartwrenching.
So [...]

In which a Song runs through my Head
I heard a song on the radio a while back. It starts with a girl singing, a capella: “Doo do doo doo, dah doo do doo, doo doo doo da doo doo doo…”. Her voice is sweet and breathy. She sings a few lines like that and then [...]