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Santa Will Kick Tomorrow


The thing about snorting reindeer dust is that you get so high that it takes you almost a full year to come down. So you can imagine how bad off old Kris Kringle was after having spent the last six months on an extravagant freebasing bender in Tangiers.

Now he sat in a puddle of filth (really a god-knows-what dirty little soaker), twitching involuntarily in a textbook bowery back alley. He wasn’t sure exactly where he was, but passersby were speaking English. He also knew with the holidays fast approaching thanks to the simulacrum charity Santa in a raggedy red suit ringing his bell on the corner.

The siren call of Christmas goodwill. Why, that bastard was mocking him. This would not stand. Continue reading Santa Will Kick Tomorrow


You’re Moving into a Land of both Shadow and Substance

rodIt’s the writer’s job to menace the public consciousness.

It is difficult to produce a television documentary that is both incisive and probing when every twelve minutes one is interrupted by twelve dancing rabbits singing about toilet paper.  

Yesterday was of course Christmas, but also the birthday of one of my literary heroes, Rod Serling. The genius behind The Twilight Zone — I never get tired of watching it. He believed in writing with purpose, addressing social issues, and making people think. How many writers are you reading right now that are doing their job?

Happy Belated Birthday, Rod!