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or: the cat who came to visit…

over and over she showed up, and why wouldn’t she? We keep a steady supply of dry cat food on the back porch for the stray cats, and this one was soooo cute, we opened the door and in she ran… night after night, she came back… and my wife just loved that cat, cause she’s soooo darn cute, and just a little ol’ thing… eating like a hog, but we didn’t care cause she was soooo cute!

eating like a hog, and getting big as one as well, until i say, ‘honey, is she pregnant?’… ‘No,’ honey says, ‘she’s just a baby. She CAN”T be pregnant’… night after night the door opens and in she comes, and she really is cute, and she really is sweet…. and we have two inside cats and they all run through the house playing, and its sooo darn cute!

Until last night when that really cute and really sweet kitty cat dropped a litter of 5 mewling little angels right in our bedroom… so you see, my friends, we really are, totally screwed.

and apparantly, not all that smart )

on face book yesterday, Tom Piccirilli asked people to post the last written sentence of their current wip, here’s mine taken from The Misery Of Others, which now stands at 245 pages, not too shabby, i think:

The sun rose, the wind whistled past them and the jeep roared its way down the highway, while one hundred and seventy-five miles behind them a once great man stood surrounded by his loyal sycophants, and a man who had once been a vital part of that city’s government toiled at his newfound profession under the watchful eye of his green t-shirted handler, scooping blood, bone and pieces of skin off a sidewalk in front of a homeless shelter into a black plastic garbage bag, while all around him his fellow newly-acquired employees piled twenty-two headless corpses onto the back of a flatbed truck.

just saw a preliminary picture of my upcoming Dark Regions Press release, and it’s going to be quite spectacular… can’t wait to see the final product, which I’ll post as soon as it’s in my hot little hands )

A sad day for me today, as my old pal Harley passed on this afternoon, a friend indeed who was there looking over my shoulder on every book I’ve ever written. Twenty-three years old is surely a long life for a little bird, the coolest little bird on either side of the Mississippi, an awesome little guy I’ll surely miss every time I sit down at my keyboard.

Rest well, old friend:

the third and what should be the final installment of The Damned trilogy, which started out as a 12 page short story several years ago called And The Damned Shall Walk.

It’s taking me forever to finish this last book, started last summer and still moving slowly along… but things are starting to gel pretty good now. Hopefully the world will still be standing when all is said and done ;o)

Big news for me, anyway, and the occasional lost soul who wanders on here )

also known as adios, Charlie, who is retiring at the end of the year. Kudos to the boss for providing a nice atmosphere for the employees, all who seemed to have been having a good time, especially me, who was so snockered my lovely wife had to drive me home.

Fare thee well, Charlie, it’s been great knowing you these past 24 years ;o)

Well, well, well, in the midst of waiting for the preorder announcement of my Cargo Cult debut, and after recieving the super cool cover art, seems as if the publisher has sold his imprint and now The Mountain is floating around out there in limbo-land. Ah well, what’re you gonna do?