Saturday, December 26, 2020

dear santa

 Well, I not that once again you stiffed me on Christmas. Have I offended you somehow?  Las year you brought me nothing. The year before that was nothing. I give up. I won't darken your doorway anymore.

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Xmas lights

 My Christmas lights are carp.  That's what two people said as they walked by my house.  They're right. I have a small evergreen with green lights on it and that's it.  Christmas isn't going to be much of a holiday this year.  And, frankly, my crappy decorations are similar to what other neighbors on my street did so why are they singling me out?  I'm not Ebenezer Scrooge, I did something.  There's also  a wreath on my door. Lighten up. The concept of lights on the house is a strange one anyway.  The Christmas tree originated in Germany. It came to England largely because of Queen Victoria, whose family was mostly German.  I don't know how the lights on houses started up. 

Monday, December 21, 2020


 Somebody on their website was rattling on about weird westerns and kind of incorrectly wrote about the demise of Science Fiction Trails magazine, which I published 14 issues. It stopped being published because I had too much trouble getting stories.  I just gave up.  It wasn't really a lack of sales although the last two issues did see a sharp drop in sales as well.  

There are still copies of some of the issues around on the online used book market, if anyone wants to read it.

Then there's the Six Guns Anthologies.  Number three came out a few months ago.  These are horror anthologies and should not be confused with the SF leaning magazine.  For some reason, we had plenty of stories for the last book, in fact we could have published two books if we had wanted to. 

Is the weird western alive and well?  Well, I don't think so.  Our sales aren't nearly what they were when the first volume of Six Guns came out--not even close.  This may just be a type of story folks aren't really interested in anymore.  There haven't been any movies in this sub genre in some time. That would be a shot in the arm, just as Cowboys and Aliens really helped my sales of Science Fiction Trails, but only for a couple of years.  Again, it was really a lack of stories that ended that series.  Will be another horror anthology?  No decision has been made on that, but I'm guessing no.

Sunday, December 20, 2020

new trend?

 I've noticed a lot of people are wearing masks, but their noses are not covered, only their mouths are?  I guess, deep down, people are stupid. I sometimes wonder if the Covid virus Mother Nature's way of trying to get people to die off and let something else evolve. Dinosaurs lasted much much longer than people have, before a big meteor crashed into Earth and killed them.  

Friday, December 18, 2020

lump o coal

 One of the things I always wanted to do, but never could get together, was to market a product called Lump-o-Coal. Based on the tradition that bad kids don't get presents, but a lump of coal in their stocking, I thought marketing such a product made sense as so few people in America use coal to heat their homes. So, but the card with a piece of coal--"For that rotten little kid" it would say on the package and drop it in his stocking and you're done with Christmas shopping. Alas, it just never happened. 

Tuesday, December 15, 2020


 One of the many changes the Covid plague has made on our society is the lack of bell ringers. I don't know about the rest of the country, but there certainly aren't any around where I go.  I used to have a cup that accumulated change over the year.  I'd take it down to one of the bell ringing places and dump the coins, probably around fifty bucks worth, into the little red kettle.  I just noticed, this year I've got the coins, but no kettles.  I noticed Coinstar was more than happy to take my coins and forward the money to various charities.  

Monday, December 14, 2020


 I always thought it would be kind of a kick to be an electoral college voter. It's probably boring, but only 500 or so people get to be one.  Alas, no one asked me to be a voter.  I would've thought my buddy Joe would've wanted me, but that did not happen.  I think there are nine in Arizona, but I could be mistaken. Today, they're all voting and I'm not.