Tonight was Patricia Rogers’ legendary biannual Halloween Party, complete with Victorian coffins, mummies, body parts, bubbling flasks, sinister laboratory instruments, brains in bell jars, a tilting, electronically charged autopsy table, and a whole lot of science fiction and fantasy writers and fans dressed up as monsters, mad scientists, and figments of the demonic imagination. (I […]

Yeah.  This guy. So I was talking to Daniel the other day, and I said, “I’m going to do the most unhip thing I’ve done in ages.” “What’s that?” “I’m going to see Jimmy Buffet in concert.” Daniel thought about that for a while, and he said, “I think Buffet’s been in the business so […]

In the popular imagination, Doomsday isn’t any fun. I mean, all the radiation and the ruins and the heavily-armed mutant gangs are the sort of thing that can make the end of the world a real drag. And even if you’ve done your doomsday prep, you’re still stuck in a buried RV with your heavily-armed […]

Over on another Social Network, I was rejoicing that I’d written a sentence containing the phrase “fustilarian bellygods.” This occasioned a deal of speculation about what my sentence actually was.  I declined to answer, because I didn’t want to interrupt the flow of imagination that was going on. And I thought I’d stimulate imagination here, […]