Another Year Shot To Hell
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
Mister B is the car dog.
When it happens, I’ll be here to say I told you so.
… parts of the story I commented on yesterday may (or may not) be wholly false.
… playing lets-pretend-it-didn’t-happen isn’t the way to go here. It’s lying, and will only fan the flames of culture war.
Bashers showed up from Tucson, Sierra Vista, and Phoenix … even one from El Paso.
No theme. No theme. You’re the theme.
Seven short book reviews: science fiction, fiction, horror, thriller, memoir, fantasy