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FICTION FRIDAY: Walking Into a Barmecide

The knock on the door of the unlikely little shop was thunderous. “Good afternoon, sir. How may I….” “Remember me?” “Certainly, sir. You are Galliga of Coyne, who set off to defeat the Dragon of Mount….” “You sold me the magic tablecloth of Queen Clothilde.” “True, sir. An excellentContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Walking Into a Barmecide”

They May NOT Be Out There

I hang out with a number of Luddite intellectuals: that is, these are people who still read books and watch television, and wonder about some of the things they learn in these places. But since they do not believe in allowing the Interwebs into their homes, they then tell these things to me, knowingContinue reading “They May NOT Be Out There”

DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXIII

“Where is she?” Bott demanded, pulling the gold card out of his pocket. “You know the rules, lummox. I can tell you only where the Dragonshelf is.” Bott glanced around the little yellow room again for impending hazards, and then demanded, “Can you tell me if I went through the same doorContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXIII”

Old Joke Archaeology

The problem of dealing with archaic humor is that you often run into jokes which are amusing primarily if you know the context, and know something about the times. That joke about why Santa Claus won’t bring you a television because he has so much trouble with antennas on the roof isn’t quite theContinue reading “Old Joke Archaeology”

THE MIGHTY ARREN, R.N. AND THE IMPEDIMENT MONSTER

“She’s back!” whispered George, one of the male nurses on night shift. “She’s back!” Whispers became cheers as the tall, iron-thewed warrior strode along the corridor, her starched uniform rustling to attract her followers. One by one they fell in behind their mighty hero, knowing she could not fail a second time. Continue reading “THE MIGHTY ARREN, R.N. AND THE IMPEDIMENT MONSTER”

DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXII

Bott had heard of the Biereyen, but this was the first time he’d been in a Imperial compound rich enough, and large enough, to keep a herd of them for the torment of prisoners. Immense lugubrious beasts, they watched with hollow eyes as the mining boat rolled toward them. Their long horns clatteredContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXII”

Monday Holiday

Of course, Presidents’ Day is now a holiday for honoring Calvin Coolidge and Benjamin Harrison and other great men, but it was originally a means of saving us from the horrors of having two holidays within two weeks of each other. Those of us who lived in ancient days celebrated the birthday of AbrahamContinue reading “Monday Holiday”

Metal Millinery

This blog does not really concern itself with current events. I’m going for material with long-lasting value, not observations on the passing scene. What’s that? You feel my observations on butt jokes on vintage postcards is material which will live on for the ages? Thank you; perhaps it will last at least as longContinue reading “Metal Millinery”

DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXI

“Should we try to climb the waterfall?” Nubry suggested. “Or slide down the drain?” A series of rooms in clashing colors had presented no real obstacles beyond an increasing difficulty in reaching the exits. Bott looked up the big grey rocks to the grey door waiting beyond the tumbling grey water. “No,Continue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXI”

On the Side of Bacon

I have been known to complain about people paying no attention to this column, but the alternative has its drawbacks. Someone looked over the last expulsion of words about the difference between pork rinds and cracklin’s, considered the mention of “fatback”, and inquired, “So what about pork belly? That’s just bacon that hasn’t beenContinue reading “On the Side of Bacon”