Entries Tagged as 'creative writing'
Flash Gordon as told to Dale Arden: Ch II A Great Opportunity
“You speak English.”
“Yes, do you?”
Sarcasm is unreassuring generally and from a chrome-masked grim reaper type figure that has woken you from a coma to ask after your health, especially so. [Read more →]
Flash Gordon as told to Dale Arden Ch I: The Silent Bombs
First, a note of thanks and recognition to my ghost writer. Oh, she does not like that but I do not like deceptions. Or not much. Besides which she is as well known as I am and she was there but I will tell it all as it happened to me and maybe if we put in some steamy parts she will consent to author those from her side. [Read more →]
‘Tis the season!
Autumn is upon us, dear readers, and there is no season which I like better. The reasons for my unwavering love for the falls are simple ones, yet they remain worth sharing. Perhaps seeing some of my favorite activities will help you make the most of your season. [Read more →]
I am the guy seriously considering the purchase of the Barack Obama mask in the Halloween store
Oh my God. This is it. Jim, have you seen this thing? It looks just like him! Can you run this Dr. Evil costume back to the rack? I don’t need it anymore. This is the one. I’ll go as Obama!
You know who this guy is, right? Yeah, the President… black guy…yeah you get it. Can you imagine? Should I wear a suit with it? No…no…not a suit. I’ll wear a Hawaiian shirt. Oh man, that would be too good. Obama in a Hawaiian shirt, just hanging out. So funny. [Read more →]
Oh God, here we go again
Frank Wilson has an intriguing piece on prayer and belief in God. Check it out. After reading it I devised a little parable for believers and non-believers to chew on.
There were two Catholic school boys in New England. One hated studying theology, not only because it was boring, but because he saw no evidence of God. The other boy was skeptical too, but he made a decision to respect theology. The cynical boy took his test and failed. After finding out his grade he cursed God. The boy with faith prayed for an A and received one.
Kelly Conaboy, beautiful and influential humorist, dies at 101
Kelly Conaboy, beautiful woman and writer of many popular humorous novels and television shows and movies that everyone loved, died Saturday at one of her homes in a scenic part of Europe. She was 101.
Her daughter, Kelley Conaboy, confirmed the death Sunday morning, reporting that her mother had died of her own will. Not like a suicide, really, because — let me explain. Kelly had spent her last 76 years in her 25-year-old body, except slightly taller and without the health problems, after ingesting something (?) by accident in 2012 that allowed this to happen. It was like Tuck Everlasting, except she was able to kill herself whenever she wanted. So I guess it was pretty much like a suicide. [Read more →]
What to do when you don’t know what to do
There are times in a person’s life when a person simply does not know what to do. “Maybe I should just die,” a person might think. “Nothing matters anyway and I offer little to nothing to the rest of humanity. At worst I am a drain and at best, a slightly smaller drain.”
While this is true, there are certainly a few things a person can do to pass the time before their inevitable and welcomed death. [Read more →]
Detective serial novel set at Drexel University
I recently participated in the writing of a serial novel with some colleagues at Drexel University. Maybe it’s not a “novel.” It’s a bit short for that. There are eight chapters by eight authors and they will be published at DPG Online over the next four weeks. The project is called Turning the Page and is a sometimes-comedic detective mystery story set in and around Drexel University and Philadelphia. If you like detective yarns, some silliness, and the incorporation of books, authors, and English departments into the plots of stories, Turning the Page is for you. Chapter 1 is now published. I am the author of Chapter 5, coming out in a couple of weeks. But you’ll want to read the chapters leading up to it if there’s to be any chance of my chapter making sense to you when it is published. Enjoy.
My country music education: I exercise my own “Hillbilly Bone” and write a country song
There is a type of music that holds much appeal to the rural working person, also known as the people of the soil. It is called “country” music, exemplified by the likes of such classic performers as those who appeared on the television program “Hee Haw,” and of Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson. To be honest, this type of music is not my forte; my tastes tend toward whatever is being played in Starbucks, although I did purchase the Taylor Swift CD after Ken Tucker gave it a positive review on “Fresh Air” with Terry Gross.
The first time I popped that CD into the player, I was surprised at the reaction it received from my poodle bitch. She is a quite refined and at times aloof dog, yet she seemed enchanted by the melodies. She listens to it quite often now. [Read more →]
