Monday, November 21, 2011

Sore Eyelids

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

Inventing Authentic Flux Capacitors

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


(Sigh) Thanks to my Black-Ops literary gremlins my Ump Must Have Got Up And Went.

Brain Issues

Nanobot literary gremlins love to create havoc in the occipital lobe, the visual processing center, of my brain.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Woke Up To The Scurrying of Little Feet...

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?


Automaton gnomes with jet packs are addicted to

Monday, November 14, 2011


Automaton Rabid Tribbles love to be scratched on their bellies.

Sunday, November 13, 2011


Cyclopean Beaker clones love to hula hoop in the wee hours of the morning.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Out In The Cold

Automaton Jack-In-The-Boxes with Tourette's syndrome need love too.