Calvin and Hobbes in 3D is even more magical

Calvin and Hobbes in 3D is even more magical Turning classic 2D cartoons into 3D renderings can be a tricky act to balance. There’s always something a little unsettling and kind of off about the… Read it on theverge.com   … Continue reading

Morgana was once bullied too

Morgana: You came to me in a dream last night and in short order much that had vexed me is now corrected. I’m sure they all deserved it more than I deserve you! And all you asked in return was a takeaway and some lemon … Continue reading

What the bouncer saw

The bouncer saw me shout “Last Man Standing!” The bouncer saw Doyle shout back “Who you calling a man?” The bouncer saw the drinks, the slime, the…the pseudo-pods. The bouncer helped me pour Doyle into a cab. And I mean pour. … Continue reading

Respite
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The Jones, the Nesbits, the Hunts, and the Carters. The Lawsons, the Millers and the Canes.  All the Grants, the Parsons and the Perkins. All gone.

Gone too are the Williams, the Taylors and the Kilgores. The Parkers, the Winsors, and that one lone Smith. They’re gone too. Every Last One.

Ol’ lady Lewis and her kin? Gone. The Quinns and the Greens next door to her? Gone to a man. It was man’s work and dirty work but at last my street is quiet and dark. Not a single porch light breaks the gloom.

Finally, finally I can rest. 

All the clues were there
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Things I actually encountered on the walk to work: An unusually diffuse quality to the morning light. The smell of dirty water everywhere. A trail of discarded playing cards leading from a post box to the village apothecary. A single brown … Continue reading

Attention span

Mitzi cocked an ear in my direction. Eventually her whole head followed. “Why are you rattling all that paper, can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?” “You’re always trying to sleep. If I was quiet every time you were asleep … Continue reading

All the clues were there

My first clue was the lightness of the morning and the smell of sewage. Then a trail of playing cards from the post box to the village apothecary. Odd, its been closed for years. The cards were ‘arranged’ around a … Continue reading

No wrong answers

Black sheep in the fog, always getting closer. Wet plastic against glass…no, ice. Wet ice with bubbles beneath. Hills denuded of trees, of life. More black sheep, these with accusing eyes. A shadow in an office window, abandoned and alone. … Continue reading