Thursday, May 31, 2018

Pretentious awakening

“We’re all pawns in this abhorrent game of Nathaniel’s bookdeath.”

- last line spoken to me in a dream this morning, so pretentious it woke me from a sound sleep.

Next fiction I write, it’s going in.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Can’t we just send him to his room?

We like to think things will be better in the future. You know, jet packs, meals in a pill, an end to disease. And enlightenment, a whole lot of enlightenment. As in, people will finally get along. Self-important jerks need not apply.

But I’m pretty sure they’re still going to be out there — as certain as death and taxes, the condescending ass-hat is a part of life, and always will be. And, while I’m sure it wasn’t David Gerrold’s intention, Bem demonstrates this perfectly. Pity the story itself wasn’t better.