Jak brought a soap sudded sponge across a dinner plate, whilst staring aimlessly out of the kitchen window, paying little attention to the task at hand. 1,102 more words
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Time to write another tedious defense piece. But I feel compelled to argue with people on the internet – thus is my curse.
I’m not going to go into an explanation of the Pulp Revolution right now (though that warrants a post in the near future), but suffice it to say there is a growing contingent of bloggers, tweeters, indie authors, podcasters, and literary critics who have come to know and love classic and pulp Scifi/Fantasy. 1,226 more words
Already I have several followers for this little site . . . I consider that a good start!
I’m a tad worried that now these followers are going to demand content that I just can’t provide, but I temper that fear with the knowledge that I used to have over 80 followers and have over 5 years worth of entries in that old blog (see earlier post if you want that link . 196 more words
Mein Bruder begann das Diktat in seinem besten rhetorischen Stil, mit dem er die Stämme dazu zwingt, an seinen Lippen zu hängen.
‘Am Anfang’, sagte er, ‘genau vor fünfzehn Komma zwei Milliarden Jahren, gab es einen großen Knall, und das Universum …’ 381 more words