In which I get paid

The story won't appear on "Well Told Tales" for another, oh, say, 10 months, but I won't turn down an early payment. My first official fiction writing check, below (munged of course for security): I'm a fabulous millionaire. I own an mansion and a yacht Those who know my alternate screen names online will find…

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Tuesday night video: The dog, the sock, and the YouTube

I have quadrupled (maybe more) my YouTube content. This be Ciara my crazy, sock-lovin’ cairn. I’ve got a few other shorties up there now, too, just click over here. Looking to pare down my extensive video collection to include some of my favorite clips over the next few weeks, just to contribute to the collective…

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Recent forays in the cupcake trade

So, prior to getting viciously ill, I set about making cupcakes for this past weekend. No. 1: For Cameron's birthday. No. 2: For Mike's Super Bowl party. For those who may have a vicarious cupcake interest, I present to you first the birthday cakes: Red Velvet Delicious There was a second tray of the birthday…

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Rock the vote

I can hear her from the other room on CNN. Hillary, making some kind of positive, upbeat, "see, look what I can do" speech. I'm not mad, precisely. Just a little disheartened. And oddly sanguine, because it all makes sense. When I got up this morning I was rousing myself from a good 36-hour long-building…

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In which a 70+ year old man makes things better

OK, much less crankypants for two reasons: 1) Less than an hour before I leave 2) Just had an amazing chat with Harlan Ellison. He's the subject of a new documentary called "Dreams With Sharp Teeth," which will screen at South By Southwest (SXSW) where I'll be in early March. Here is the knock-knock joke…

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Unhappy camper

I'm at the start of my monthly visitor cycle. This manifests itself in many ways, and today it is taking the form of general crankpantsness. Generally, what happens is it's like scratching a sore place which, on normal days, is a mild irritant but today feels like a gaping wound inflicted by that monster from…

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The crucible of Gallery 1988

One in a continuing series of reasons why I never have any spare cash: Dying here…. I have an unslakeable (is that a word?) lust for Luke Chueh's adorable, hilarious, yet grim paintings. I have not been able to afford a real one, but I do have some glicees giclees. (Specifically the bunny one with…

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Special recipe

We're going here for dinner on Friday to celebrate a friend's birthday. A snapshot from their Web page: Cubana And I'm sort of left wondering how this particular phrasing came about. (Read the red-word paragraph.) I mean, did a customer really once come to their restaurant having seen the original version of the Web site…

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