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What the what?Tuesday, November 24, 2009You may have noticed a lack of updates here. That's because I've been blogging pretty consistently over at: http://thebombbag.tumblr.com/
But I'm active. I have a fantasy story I'm working on with Scott White and I'm working on a romance story, as well, for another anthology. I've also had some reviews posted at The Writer's Center's website recently for This Side of Jordan and The Red Monkey Double Happiness Book. I think I may try to consolidate this blog and my tumblr blog, or maybe start writing some of my longer pieces here and sending them to tumblr as links. But I figured an update was in order so, updated! Labels: news
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The Wedding Comic on Pop CandyThursday, August 27, 2009I guest blogged over on Pop Candy while our beloved matriarch takes a vacation. Go check it!
I had four jobs for our June 6 wedding: 1) Book a school bus to take guests from the hotel to the wedding site; 2) Pick out the booze; 3) Take the lead on all of the paper craft items (save the dates, invitations, etc); and 4) Purchase party favors. Read the rest here.
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The Drunken Wine Critic #6Tuesday, August 25, 2009People always ask me to make a new one so here you go. Now pass it around so I'm encouraged to make #7.
Labels: comedy, drunkenwinecritic, video
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UpdateTuesday, August 11, 2009Haven't posted here in a month. Long and short of it - I'm about 25k words into a novel that kind of snuck up on me, I'm editing a comic written by Patrick Sheane Duncan, and I have a couple of smaller writing gigs lining up nicely.
So, I've been busy. How've you been? Labels: news
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Goddamn KidsThursday, July 02, 2009I started a tumblr blog because I have soooooo much free time on my hands.
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Obama Drama on eat!drink!snack!Wednesday, July 01, 2009Here's a piece I wrote for eat!drink!snack! about the one thing I can't stand when it comes to President Obama.
when my wife called last week to tell me that the presidential entourage was staging a block from our apartment my first response was, "please don’t tell me he’s eating at pho 75. i don’t want to imagine my life without some eye-of-round and brisket pho." my response would have been different five months ago. i would have dropped whatever i was doing and headed home as fast as possible for a mere glimpse of the man who’s nothing short of a hero to me. but that was when obama’s movements about the district were exciting and didn’t necessarily infer that one of my favorite eateries was about to be bogged down by a weird brand of people who chose their restaurants based solely on whether or not the president decided to stop there for a power lunch. More at the link. Labels: news
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Flashing #59: MicrofictionTuesday, June 30, 2009Taking a stab at 6-word fiction. Hemingway's was better but, you know...I'm not Hemingway.
More flashing at the main page. ________________ Ambulance by retirement community. No-one's rushing. Labels: flashing
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What's going on with FlashingMonday, June 29, 2009As you can see I stalled on #58 which, unfortunately, was porno. I'm working on some paying gigs now and trying to get some additional paying gigs so, for the moment, this free-to-the-world stuff will be a bit slower.
They'll still be coming, but the Monday-Friday thing isn't my #1 priority at the moment. Unless someone wants to pay me for this, of course. Labels: flashing
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Flashing #58 - EroticaWednesday, June 24, 2009I was going to call this “Post-Atomic Erotica” but realized that’s the most pretentious thing I can ever call anything. This story is inspired by The Postal Service’s “We Will Become Silhouettes,” the most beautiful song ever written about dying in a nuclear holocaust. I wanted to capture that songs sense of beauty and life and move it into an erotic story. So this is the result – short and to the point. More Flashing at the main page. __________________ There’s a calm about her thighs. He finds it out of place as he moves his finger from her neck down to her knees, finding goose flesh and shivers over every inch of her body except for her thighs. They’re smooth and relaxed, accepting, comforted. As the rain cracks and the sky burns red her thighs remain at peace with the air, the grass, the poison, his hand. Her breath picks up, her chest heaves, her heart pounds, her lips quiver, her eyes tear, her skin burns, but her thighs – they’re in a different world. He turns her towards him and whispers, “It’s time.” Her eyes are wide and her face is red and her hands are clenched and some of her organs are as cooked and painful as her charring skin but her thighs open gracefully. He comes on top of her and wastes no time, his cock slides smoothly into her pussy, moist with heat and rain and a wetness never meant for this but fitting for the moment. With each thrust of his cock she bites her lip, drawing blood, the flesh is weak. He kisses her and sucks the rapidly dividing cells from her mouth. As their faces lock his hands move to her breasts. He pinches her nipple and the feel as if they’re giving way – as if they’re melting into his fingers. He moves his other hand to her ass, covered with rain and soil, and it once again feels as if he’s pushing through her. It’s happening in their legs, as well, and their stomachs and their chests and their lips. Everything’s losing boundaries, merging together, combining to form a solitary mass of energy and dying skin. His cock thrusts deeper and faster. She wants to scream but their lips are now inseparable. He pries his hand from her tits and moves it to her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, his other hand reaching up to caress it and do the job his lips can’t do. She twists as he moves his searing fingers across her most erogenous area and he twists with her. There’s no longer movement without both of them moving – their bodies are no longer separate. She cums and snaps her head forward, leaving his hand with a clump of hair and scalp, he moves it to her cheek and strokes her until he can’t move it anymore. His movements become frantic as the pain becomes unbearable. He manages to look into her eyes and he sees a tranquility that’s juxtaposed to his chaotic desperation. He stops his movements and rests inside her, eyes locked, bodies melted – everything as calm as her thighs, now. Everything satisfied and ready. Labels: flashing
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Flashing #57: Social CommentaryNo intro needed. More Flashing at the main page.
______________________ John and Kate are getting a divorce. I honestly don’t give a shit; I never watched the show and I didn’t even know it existed until this season. But their big announcement was broadcast across every single news site, blog, and twitter feed and the “heartbreaking” news was impossible to avoid. Before they announced their divorce all I knew about John & Kate was that they opted out of selective reduction, an incredibly irresponsible decision made by parents who claim six viable fetuses was “God’s Will” and not the will of some fucked-up fertility doctor going nuts with a turkey baster in order to keep his stats up. It’s the classic “pick-and-choose” approach to religion and ideals: it wasn’t “God’s Will” to make Kate’s womb a poison valley incapable of cultivating life but it was God’s will to turn 85.7% of the fertilized embryos implanted in your uterus into little bundles of malnourished joy, each with a high probability of premature birth and multiple health problems. That’s basically all I ever need to know about John & Kate. And now this divorce story is on my radar. Honestly, if you actually care that these irresponsible fame whores are getting divorced I think less of you. I don’t care who you are. You could be my mom – you could be Santa Claus – no matter who you are, if you’re shedding a single tear for this couple you don’t even know, this walking argument for the necessity of Baby Licenses, I’m pretty sure there’s a part of you that’s missing or at least in desperate need of repair. You see – normally I’d go on and write a 2000-word essay detailing why I hate you and why I’m pretty sure society doesn’t really need you. The 266 words above – they would have been my introduction. I would have followed it up with a tirade aimed at you and your passing obsession with things that not only don’t matter – at all – but are actually so bad they tend to negate whatever scraps of positive culture America is still capable of producing. I would have peppered the essay with Mark Sanford and Michael Steele jokes because politics is my pointless obsession, patted myself on the back, and anxiously waited for a reply along the lines of “I’m praying for John and Kate” so I could write a meaner (and longer) follow-up essay on how praying for John and Kate will never make them better people because, if there is a God, he doesn’t give a shit about them either. And the essay would have had tons of run-on sentences, much like the ones you’re seeing here. I like using run-on sentences when I’m in “rant mode.” I guess you could call it a style. I also have a shit load of non sequiturs, pointless anecdotes, and self-referential analysis of my writing style. But I digress. I’m not going to write that essay. I’m not going to allow myself to care enough. Something substantial is going on in this world, and I’m not saying that we should focus all of our attention on this thing, but I am saying this thing is making me change my priorities. This thing started in November, when we elected Barack Obama for President. This thing has continued to build from his actions and his words. It hangs in the air. We see the LTTE finally defeated. We see Iranians rejecting their hard-line, fear-mongering leaders, we see Pakistani tribesmen forming militias and hunting down Taliban fighters. There is an infectious feeling of positivity and hope that you can see if you look past the MSNBCs and Fox Newses of the world. There are millions of people who are coming out from an eight-year haze, shaking off the hate and the fear, and demanding what’s rightfully theirs. I can go on and on with hyperbole but I want to focus on I’m going to bring this all together now. I know you’re expecting me to say something along the lines of, “So why are you worrying about John & Kate when there’re more important things going on in Why are you caring about John & Kate, and all the negative shit that goes with it, when there’s positivity in the air? It may seem bloody and chaotic right now, but change is no longer just being promised – it’s actually coming. Isn’t this what we voted for? Shouldn’t we be changing our priorities to match what’s going on in the world? Shouldn’t we start caring about the good again? Labels: flashing
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