“I’ve got it,” he says. “Got what?” “The perfect medication that will cure everything.” This ought to be good, I think, but I only say, “Yeah?” He continues. “It’s a laxative that will make you religious and cure erectile dysfunction.” Hm. “What’s it called?” “HolyShitWhataHardOn.” Cue rimshot. Share this post:
I forget sometimes that I have this thing, this blog, and sometimes I’m just too lazy to start writing anything. My computer is in a cold and lonely place, and I’m far too comfortable snacking on ginger snaps in my warm bed with my yarn and my crochet needle, my TV remote, or my e-book reader. And when I do come down and work at the computer, I stick with e-mail, work, and for some strange reason, Facebook movie reviews—I…
…in a grain of sand way. Among the many things about which H.E. likes to tease me, like my obsessive compulsiveness, my absentminded way with words, and my too-typical addiction to Heroes, is my own desire to save the world. That’s right. Mother Earth. Like Al Gore, I was a big believer in global warming long before it became mainstream. I was writing my own science fiction and fantasy about the subject when I was 12 years old, for crying…