Cows

Another, shorter excerpt from the opus of my life. In this one, some cows play witness to strange activity.

The Spaces Between: Another Excerpt

Another excerpt from The Spaces Between, an opus like no other… because I haven’t written any others. Don’t think of it as a literary work, think of it more as a hobby of mine that I am inflicting upon you. When we last left Ted, he was at the infamous Nellis Air Force Base, AKA

JIBBERISH: My Journey Thru The Everglades with Willem Dafoe (part 3)

Fort Kentucky Air Force Base is sometimes referred to as the Area 51 of the East. It is a top-security Everetti base that consists of experimental aircraft test flight runways, regular fighter and bomber aircraft runways, hangars, control towers, satellite dish arrays, droid control centers, fusion weapons storage, Fusion Deployment System control centers, and a large underground

Excerpt from “The Spaces Between” part 2: Ted Visits Nellis AFB

Another excerpt from the first book in the “The Spaces Between” series, as mentioned in a previous post. As H.P. Lovecraft once wrote, “The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them…”

2019 Is Approaching and I Already Hate It

  Be forewarned: This is a space-filler post as I really have nothing to say today. I just haven’t blogged in a while. I had some laptop issues this month.

Brain On Fire: My Problem (or: A Poor Life Choice)

Do we choose what our interests are, or are our interests the product of our experiences? Or are we just hard-wired with a preprogrammed attraction to certain topics? I have no idea. And that is not the topic of this post. This post is about my problem. And my problem, as I have recently come

Fifth-Column Fernando

I just had the awkward experience of having a friend come out to me. And he’s not gay or pansexual or anything like that (not that there’s anything wrong with that). Actually, he came out to me as an alien. And not just from another country, but from an entirely different civilization. How am I

“Send Someone to Get Me.”

Just on the off chance that there is SOME intelligent life “out there” — either extraterrestrial or ultraterrestrial (meaning entities from other dimensions, for those unschooled in the weirdness of the world) — I would like to broadcast this message on all frequencies: SEND SOMEONE TO GET ME.

Hold For High Strangeness: Reptilians!

Face it, America: You are ruled by evil lizards who are NOT of you! Maybe THAT will get you to act.

An Open Invitation to the MiB

I have been trying unsuccessfully for the past few weeks to get a first-hand peek at some supposed real-life Boogums from Another World, the legendary Men in Black (henceforth referred to as the MiB). The MiB, according to all accounts, usually travel in groups of three, although there are a growing number of reports of only two