Monday, November 21, 2011
Evidently I no longer have to stand in the corner, or be chained to a desk, or have my eyelids stretched open with toothpicks and tied to a chair and subjected to watching Beaker clones doing somersaults and burping vowels that sound like the Klingon language. Alas, I have broke away from the norm, ready to pursue my music - as long as I continue to write dark, bizarre stories, even if they end up being short tales of the macabre.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Beaker Clone Number 1 decided to invent an authentic Flux Capacitor and attach it to our bathtub. Last night my wife decided to take a bath and as soon as she twisted the knob to turn on the water, it went from zero to warp drive 7 in a six seconds. Once she returned safely - thank goodness - I'm afraid to say what she did to Number 1. Kinda feel bad for the little fella.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Well, not the scurrying I thought it was, thanks to my Beaker clones creating automaton roaches. The little buggers like to eat electrical cords, power strips, lamps, hair dryers, computers, TV's and vacuum cleaners. At least our food is safe, for the time being...
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
I find that delving into fictional worlds, meeting new characters who have bits and pieces of myself, as well as other personalities I've stolen from others, is much better than facing reality. At least my monstrosities do not ever have to worry about such a thing, eh?