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Yog’s Law

I see that my good friend John Scalzi has posted a bit about Yog’s Law. Self-publishing is its own thing (and I’ve been self-publishing since 1978 or so). Yog’s Law (“Money Flows Toward the Author”) is entirely valid there, too, despite the continual attempts by scammers and flim-flammers to obfuscate the obvious. Self-publication is aContinue reading “Yog’s Law”

Great Expectations

To the tune of The Ballad of Jed Clampett (“The Beverly Hillbillies” theme song.) Come and listen to the story of a boy named Pip Poor little orphan who was something of a drip Then one night he was staying up late When a convict told him, “Your ‘specations are great.” Cash, that is. Moolah.Continue reading “Great Expectations”

Zombies on my Shoulder

Zombies in the graveyard make me fearful, Zombies ’round the farmhouse make me sigh Zombies munching mommy make me angry Zombies in the mall can make me die. If I had a gun that I could give you I’d give to you a gun that’s just like mine If I had a torch that IContinue reading “Zombies on my Shoulder”

It’s Spring!

Four to six inches expected and it’s snowing like a hamster right now. Happy Vernal Equinox, y’all!

A Special Hell

So there I was, listening to The Dinner Party on NHPR, specifically Episode 243: Pharrell, Carrie Brownstein & Fred Armisen, and Much MØ , where we learn of musical ice cream, a Broadway show called “The Moose Murders” (that closed after one performance) expressed in the form of a cocktail, and Stonehenge. But that isn’tContinue reading “A Special Hell”