An inch taken is a mile gained when you’ve got the Devil behind your smallest details.

...of the Psalms of L. Roy. I thought it would be as fun as it is edifying to try composing my own.

Who knew the apocalypse would turn out so sordid and tacky?

They have no problem whatsoever getting in your face and shoving their filthy religion down your throat.

The curious persistence of yet another cultural artifact from the 20th century.

Working alone shouldn’t be the only perk of writing. I’m no fan of that Gravity’s Rainbow guy, but he was onto something.

Happy New Year 2022, Part 3 Hell, & How We Got Here, Part 4

Hell, & How We Got Here, Part 3

It'll be just like last year, only more so.

It requires a mass murder every once in a while to remind you it's also dangerous.

Things are _this_ long ago now.

Grateful just to be here is always a fine start.

What a long, strange trip it's been from this time last year.

Low-key, solemn as can be.

I did get a vibe of serious mourning yesterday from our lizards-in-skinsuits “leaders” yesterday. Not for the lives lost, though.

Variations on the old joke, “You can’t fire me—I quit!” for the Fake Age.

Gore Vidal once remarked that the U.S.A. stood for the United States of Amnesia. It’s an even more apt observation now.

It’s Monday morning in the last week in July. This could mean something. The potential is there.

“You can’t make this up” goes the old saying, and I’m here laughing, thinking, well, somebody sure as hell did.

There’s the Thousand-Yard Stare, and then there’s whatever we’re calling what’s shown in this screenshotted Facebook post.