[The plan here is for some serialized fiction. Begin at the beginning with no end in sight, hoping to recognize it before simply running out of ink, metaphorically speaking. That’s how Charles Dickens went about it, right? Our output will be irregular and we won’t be paid by the word although that might not always be obvious. Assisting with the project, we’ve brought out from retirement legendary editor and small house publisher of arcane texts, B. Louis Penn, who greeted our request for gratis help with a pithy, ‘Ive got nothing better to do aside from waiting to die’. With that bar set appropriately low, enjoy!]
It pretty much came off the rails—
“Just like I said it would,” Avrum crowed hours after the fact.
–during dad’s birthday dinner at the Keg.
“He was going to be low-grade mocking,” Avrum continued, laying out the obvious, “we knew that.” We did, yes. “I mean, has he ever been to a Keg in his life?” A rhetorical question from my brother. Dad was not a steakhouse kind of guy. Continue reading →
“At this point we continue to assess every threat or potential threat, unknown, that approaches North America with an attempt to identify it.”
So said the head of U.S. North American Aerospace Defense Command and Northern Command, General Glen VanHerck to a reporter’s question asking if he or anyone in the U.S. government had ruled out ‘extraterrestrial origin’ for the space balloons that were suddenly appearing in North American skies, or rather, suddenly appearing on the North American public’s radar, four to date, if I’m counting correctly, all shot down, wreckages still unaccounted for, if I’m up on the latest news. Continue reading →