Hear ye, hear ye, readers of the Mad Ones. It is the 5th Friday of the month. That means Promotion Day is here. We’re all

Hear ye, hear ye, readers of the Mad Ones. It is the 5th Friday of the month. That means Promotion Day is here. We’re all
Ebsa’s in semi-quarantine along with the rest of Project Dystopia, until TPTB decide they haven’t brought along any giant spiders or rats the size of
I’m still lurching from crisis to crisis, the feline digestive issues continue to require cleanup on a daily basis (you know your life sucks when
Lately I’ve run across a bunch of people who want to be writers (usually because they want to be indie) but genuinely have no idea
Okay, coffee. Hello, Darkness, etc. Littles are still out, but I expect that to reverse itself in the not terribly distant future. The days crawl,
The Mental State of M. Todd Henderson by Elaine Ash As the purge of conservative and libertarian pundits roils You Tube, Twitter, Facebook and