Tentacles of the Technoctopus

Wherein I write about whatever's on my mind in the hopes that I find a little bit of common ground with the other spacemen hurtling around this damn place.
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Storytelling - First Steps

Storytelling – First Steps

Every story begins somewhere, even a story about telling stories. I hate to write something that ends with a bit of a cliffhanger and risks feeling too fluffy without any meat, but I have to get this out in order to move on. I hope you'll forgive me
One from the road

One from the road

I'll write something new one of these days
Anticipation

Anticipation

Written back in Costa Rica, part of a continuation on musings regarding expectations. Amusingly enough, managing expectations is the one of these I still haven't posted yet.
in this case, love

in this case, love

maybe life wasn’t quite as terrible as I thought
Fuck Me.  This fish-head soup is good, and exactly what I needed right now.

Fuck Me. This fish-head soup is good, and exactly what I needed right now.

Eventually I begin to plead with The Cuban who thinks the sea and the puke and the rain is sort-of par for the course and looks at me in much the same way that any action movie hero would look at a sidekick who said 'Rather that shoot the bad guys, can we...
Quick Karma, The Rapture, and You (Me)

Quick Karma, The Rapture, and You (Me)

You: A person in need of some extra Karma on a rapidly approaching day of rapture. Me: A person in need of cold hard cash... I think this whole rapture thing is going to work out for everybody.
More Robot chas

More Robot chas

Talking to ZoeOnAOL back when she was cool. Talking to yourself makes you crazy, what about talking to a non-sentient robot?
What's a Robit?

What’s a Robit?

This picture doesn't have anything to do with the article. The article is about me fucking with chatbots. The picture is a grim look at our future.
I wonder

I wonder

A little bit of lovey dovey poetry for you.
Sleepytimeish

Sleepytimeish

A sleeptime princess drolled out my name through a haze of fading life I cast her out into the world of dreams to be predator, lover,wife She raised an arm, gesturing in my way blinked her eyes shut and, then tried to smile I placed a solemn finger on her lids and left a fleeting...
Written for me

Written for me

I found something someone wrote for me a while ago. I really like it, so here it is for your reading enojyments
Anne Plast

Anne Plast

It was then that I realized that whatever ill will I had towards my grandmother was misplaced and whatever pain I thought I was going through was no doubt dwarfed by whatever she felt. She had loved with every fiber of her being, and once that love stopped being in her life, she stopped...