Word collection

"Joesph, there will be no concert today..."

The Universe in Miniature in Miniature


An Update
I am still alive. And today is mah birthday.

Ten-Word Story/ Statement #2
I must find more elephant seals to juggle. Today, please.

Ten Word Story #1
trying something new here:

I walked a straight line, hoping to join the fog.

A story of mine, "Off-Panel" has been unleashed on them Internets by Praxis. It's about a comic book creator.


My dog
Her name is Jessie, and she is now a YouTube celebrity of minor porportions.

Things We Didn't See Coming
Things We Didn't See Coming, by Steven Amsterdam, was a difficult book to read. Not because of its length (its under 200 pages) or the content, but because of Amsterdam's approach. The premise is great-- the book, a collection of linked stories, follows an unamed young man who fights to survive after living through cataclysmic events. For the most part the writing is strong, and many of the stories had engaging hooks (in one the protagonist is dtuck in a tree as a man sick with a deadly flu rummaging through his supplies; in another, he becomes an assistant and lover to an erotic senator) but there was a sense of vagueness to the story that frustrated me.

Let's compare this to another short book of linked stories that chronicle a disaster-- Ron Currie's God is Dead. Both books have jumps in time between stories, and both sometimes skirt around explaining the finer details of their world. In my eyes, Currie's book gets away with this lack of explanation by having a strong setting-off point: God, disguised as a human, literally dies in Sudan. From this we can understand even the most bizarre premises Currie throws at us-- parents who worship their children, bloody conflicts about textbook philosophy-- because they are all reactions to the same event which we are shown.

In Amsterdam's book, however, little of the post-apocalyptic world is fleshed out. Occasionally a character pipes up and mentions Barricades and the like, but this is rare, and as I read I thought: who acts this way?In the middle of massive disasters why doesn't anyone stop to explain, or even ask, someone else what the hell is going on?

That's my major quibble with this book-- it is reluctant to round out the world much beyond its character. In a simple domestic tale this wouldn't be a problem, but that approach is harder to understand in a book about the apocalypse. All this said, I would recommend this book for those that can look past the befuddling vagueness. I especially enjoyed the final story, "Best Medicine", which resolved the father/son dynamic that underlies the whole book.

Never Dine with a Dowser
This isn't a short story. This is an ongoing project in which the2ndhand.com contributors combine two unrelated, or barely related, FAQs. For instance, taking questions from a FAQ on web design and answering them with responses from a FAQ concerning itself with backyard wrestling. My FAQ splices together dowsing and...vomit. Sorry.


One Sentence Story
Want to read a veeery short story I wrote that was just published on Monkeybicycle? No? Too bad


The Internet Needs More Hidey-Holes
I never understood the flaming, hate-centric attitude on the Internet until I realized that the age of your average Creepy Commenter is 14. I'm not that old, but when I was that age there was no YouTube, no Myspace, no Twitter., etc. My early immature acts on the Web were contained to the SuperheroHype message boards. This newer, more streamlined and hipsterish Intermanet gives you fewer dark caves into which socially awkward Net surfers can crawl and post multicolored werewolf poetry and screeds against their suburban parents, unseen and unnoticed (Thank FSM we still have LiveJournal) Anything you type has the potential to be passed on, by strangers, to other strangers, all of which you'll see on your own Twitter feed.

I'm so glad my hair-spiking, Marilyn Manson-loving, Perfect Dark-playing self didn't have so many chances to act like a dick publicly.


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