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Greetings, Specter's daughter and deputy. Evening Star's own troubles may not have left him the time and energy to report to you and Paul about my effort to supply content for the new YouTube channel. The relentless health needs of Wood Nymph, whose guardian I am, have made it much simpler for...

My recently-begun fan fiction "Jacob Zavala's Sixth Destroyer," though not a path-choosing work, does exactly fit the terms of a fan-fiction creation. Honor Harrington IS Honor Harrington. In "Spacebullies," I have called Batman Batfellow, Captain America Colonel America, Wonder Woman Walloper...

Thank you, Evening Star. It's my bad that Sorcery Lass has short legs making her look like a Hobbit beauty queen. Even at the age of seventy- four. I still haven't mastered proportions. But on to give specifics about each character here. The lovely lady is a good witch. In keeping with my usual...

There's a real-universe galaxy called the Southern Pinwheel. I imagine some Narniaverse characters popping up there. What's more, some of the good guys will move along to ANOTHER galaxy, called Gamma Sateri. There, a good witch based on He-Man / She-Ra cartoons will try to prevent a version of...

Thanks for the Like, Hermoine. My above-mentioned artwork is in the mail to Nashville, for Evening Star to handle when he gets there. I can't phone-text imagery to him, because this would somehow expose him to malicious code. No joke, I have more experience with malware than I ever wanted to...

Jadis runs along the aisles of public libraries, trying to remove all books by C.S. Lewis, but Specter and Evening Star follow close behind, replacing the books with copies which were personally autographed by Mister Lewis up in Aslan's Country.

In recent months, Wood Nymph has prevailed on me to pay more attention to Taylor Swift. Not a hard sell, since Taylor is a _very_ likeable woman. We're happy for her, now that she has a good husband. By contrast, Beyonce, of whom I've known for a long time, gives us no cause to like anything...

CHAPTER ONE: The Forecasters Have No Clothes On WAGNERVILLE, a recently founded city at the center of the Monongahela Forest of West Virginia. The year is 2042. No need of jumping around between galaxies the way I've done in "Spacebullies." Sir Tom the Dragon Knight, who lives in real-...

Fiddles and bongo drums urged the six-couple dancing circles to swing and swirl even faster. The newlyweds wavered between enjoyment of the dancing and impatience to trot away down the honeymoon tunnel. A yellow-skirted girl knocked the hat from Truck Borden's head; a brown-skirted girl...

Think of "generation ships":-- slower-than-light starships which need to provide the means for generations of pioneering populations to stay alive during centuries of isolation from the universe as a whole. The third or fourth generation might forget that there even WAS any universe outside...

E.E. "Doc" Smith, in his "Lensmen" series, outright _invented_ novels about interstellar travel. Sadly, he somehow managed _both_ to be a bigot where humans were concerned, _and_ a no-limits over-tolerant relativist where space aliens were concerned. On Earth a.k.a. Tellus, every continent is...

You just made yourself a co-author! Everything you just posted can be considered part of my intended story. I can quite easily work around your Benjamin Bunny sequence: assume that he was doing his thing four or five miles away from my folks. On grounds of seniority, I reserve the right to...

Brian Jacques is known for his "Wind in the Willows" -type fantasies. Each to his own taste; but my own taste is not for strict veganism. I know that stories all the way back to "The Three Little Pigs" have equated NON- veganism with evil badness. Tough luck for any creature which ever eats...

("LAMENT" CONTINUES) Yippee-oh, yippie-ay, I work night and day, so let me just put one request in: When you sit down to eat, watch out how you treat your hard-working large intestine. You fill up your face with all of the wrong things, with factory sugars and starches; Then I have to deal...

I will shortly get back to this. I performed it at a comedy club in Illinois, not long before I joined the Navy in 1986.

Perhaps you saw the episode of "Star Trek Enterprise" in which Captain Archer's crew happens upon a sapient race that seems to be at an evolutionary crossroads, with some of the natives proving their fitness to live by surviving a disease. Doctor Phlox, invoking the best interests of evolution...

Does anybody know the whereabouts of HammerDoc? An actual doctor, he once complimented me on my description of Henry Spafford rendering trauma care in an emergency.

Here's one which comes neither from comicbooks, nor TV, nor movies. I saw it in a sci-fi magazine around sixty years back. Titled "The Cold Equations," this expresses the lifeboat mentality. Sometimes the needs of the many do in fact outweigh the needs of one; but the author of this short story...

Recall that, in my parody, Acne-Skin Skystomper NEVER DOES turn evil. Emperor Porkanbeen fails to corrupt him, and Acne-Skin dies slaying him. Because Acne-Skin dies as an uncorrupted hero, never joining the down-side, Poormee Armadillo never dies of grief. In turn, Only-One Kanoli never needs...

......................................................................................................................................................... HERE WE HAVE A CASE WHOSE REMEDY WOULD HAVE BEEN LAUGHABLY SIMPLE, YET THE CAUSES OF THE TROUBLE REQUIRE A DETAILED EXPLANATION. IT ALL...