1979. I only went there Freshman year

My thoughts are to weird to be homogenized. If an AI read my mind, it would explode!

Shh! Our AI Overlords don’t want the general public to know that they are contributing to the Singularity.

Winnie the Pooh.

I was going to cut a graphic sex scene in my newest fantasy novel, but I realized that it was actually integral to the plot, so I left it in, but softened the language a bit.

Some photo recon Spitfires were painted a pinkish white.

I walk a Bernadoodle who looks just like her, but she’s bigger. I call her my “Velcro dog,” because she follows me around the park. Very sweet, gentle, well-behaved dog.

I NEVER dog-ear pages. Death penalty offence. But I’ve used bus transfers, clothing tags, my Presto card, birthday cards, Tarot cards, photographs, old concert tickets, etc.

The only thing I use AI for is to design my book covers. The writing is all mine. I’m just not a good artist, and I can’t afford a cover by Michael Whelan, Dawn McTeague or Joseph Linsner.

I hope they had one in my honetown of Haworth too.

With me, it’s writing. I keep telling myself,”I’ll only write one more chapter.” Ten chapters later, it’s 1 am and I can barely keep my eyes open.💻📚📖

Yes, I love Doctor Who because it doesn’t take itself seriously. It’s full of great, exciting, silly adventures…and Daleks, “little green globs in bonded polycarbide armor.”

Well, you can pretty much figure that out from reading my work.

He has to start another war to stay in power so he won’t be prosecuted for corruption and war crimes. This has nothing to do with Iran’s nuclear program. It’s another smokescreen, and who’s backing it? Donald Trump, the draft dodger who wants a military parade.

If I am ever professionally published, I would love a cover by the great Michael Whelan. His artwork for the DAW paperbacks of Michael Moorcock’s Elric novels are still my favorites. No one else depicts the Prince of Ruins as evocatively as Whelan.

Now that’s a book I would definitely read. I’m an old punk rocker from the early days (1974-1978, the golden era of punk).