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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Another well spent dollar #3


Sean Cloud dialed a headache pill. The pill tube flashed, "SORRY, OUT OF ORDER."


Sean had never been on Earth, for which he felt both a vague loyalty and a colonist's contempt. After all, Earth had made quite a mess of it in the late 1990s. But here he was, on the one in-shuttle Mars owned, going on behalf of the Martian colonies to request arms to defend the planet against the alien fleet sighted off Saturn.


But supposing the cheerful newstapes Earth sent the colonies were retouched? Suppose Westbloc hadn't any weapons, or needed them for its arms race with Eastbloc? Sean rubbed his aching head. No doubt about it, there'd be further headaches awaiting him in THE ASYLUM WORLD.


Thursday, January 20, 2011

To Ma + Pa (Side A) Part 2

Part two of the audio tape I bought from a thrift store in Anderson, CA. In this part Steve excitedly tells his parents about the prospects he's been speaking with.

"They're so golden man. They're in their baptismal suits, they just don't know it yet."

He also introduces the wisecracking Bishop Bingham, mocks his Dad's baldness and his Mom's cooking, and reads them the Top Ten Reasons Why a Franklin Planner is Better Than a Girlfriend. Absolutely riveting.


In the next installment Steve takes his parents on a thorough audio tour of his 1 bedroom apartment, where he spends over 2 minutes describing a poster on his wall. Seriously.