Johnny! Cats are people, too!
Johnny doesn’t believe her, by the way. His only flaw. He thinks cats are, well, dinner. Continue reading
Tag Archives: clowns
A Rhyme For Bedtime
Seriously, this is a lot of what you’ll find if you open up my head and look. (I’m not recommending it, more for your sake than mine.) Continue reading
Clownless and Forlorn
I like this. Hardball but not giving in to the worst impulses to fight ugliness with ugliness. Continue reading
Fifteen Minutes of Monkey-Fame
Yes, I like monkeys, clowns, puppets, dolls, and automata. That is because they were humankind’s first apprehension of the yawning Uncanny Valley that would soon engulf us all. And now you know. And knowing is halfway to surrender. Continue reading
My Ape Companion is Prone to Motion Sickness
I’m not really updating much from Poland, largely because I didn’t bring my special keyboard, so I’m forced to type slowly, directly on the laptop, which is suited only for the malformed paws of you Earthlings. But I’m thinking of you. Yes, YOU. Because I know that with me out of town, you’re eyeing my stuff. Continue reading
Robo-Monkeys Cannot Lie
I’ve just finished SLEEPING LATE ON JUDGMENT DAY, except for the usual proofing, etc. I’m really pleased with how it came out. I was worried when I started, because it follows the Grand Guignol of HAPPY HOUR, but I think in the end it delivers everything I hoped it would, expanding Bobby and his world and answering a lot of questions I’d been dangling since the first volume. Continue reading