The end of the world is an intriguing idea. Hell, I like the end of the world. I love it even, and I gain much enjoyment when I read about the end of all this. Stephen King has a few stories about The End. I've read plenty of King in my time, a nasty habit passed on to me by my mother and my aunt, who are diehard fans. My first King read was The Stand when I was thirteen years old. I was rightly frightened of its size; after returning its forty thousand pages to the bookshelf, I was exhausted. I felt like I'd been kicked in the neck. After returning to the art of reading, I needed a shorter work. I asked my aunt, "What you got that's shorter, shorter, shorter than The Stand ? With a devious twinkle in her eyes she said, "Step into my parlour, sir," referring to her linen closet. On the third shelf, beside the guest linen, were stacks of Stephen King novels. There were even a lonely pair of Dean Koontz novels. To this day I'm not sure if there were any o...
Welcome to my blog! This blog is one in a series of three. This post is essentially a form letter, and is cross-posted to the other two blogs in the series. One blog is called “ A Dystopian Satire ,” which is my blog where I will ramble aimlessly about history and fact check as little as possible about that history. The idea is to write, off the cuff, about whatever is interesting to me. It'll be inaccurate (but as accurate as I can be), uncouth (but as couth as possible), and hopefully interesting (and as funny as possible). The next blog is called “ The Ocean Is Made Of Hot Lava, ” and will be dedicated to a more general, journal-style blog, what's been happening with me in the here and now. In other words, the boring one. This would be the one where your average blogger would put in the description “thoughts, musings, ramblings.” The last of the three is called “ Thanks A Lot Way To Go, ” and will be dedicated to my short stories, vi...