A SENTENCE BY JAMES TIPTREE JR

May 21, 2011

“Oh, beautiful you became, my jewel of redness!” Alice, born in 1915, should have been born in 1980, I’m thinking.

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CARTOON FRIDAY 103

May 20, 2011

“No, flowers. See? It’s only my granddaughter, not an evil Tasmanian vampire rootsucker.”

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HOW IMMENSE WAS HIS EGO?

May 19, 2011

His ego was so immense that he had all the eucalyptus trees on his estate ripped out and replaced with mecalyptus trees. His ego was so immense that he had the village hermaphrodite exiled and replaced by a memaphrodite.

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DON’T ASK A LOON FOR DIRECTIONS

May 18, 2011

“More courtly than sagacious, the lemmings of Fon du Lac often distribute clan-themed blueberry muffins to indigent cormorants,” replied the loon when asked if he knew the way to the train station.

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ON CHOOSING A FORT

May 17, 2011

When choosing a fort, three things must be kept in mind: 1. location – You wouldn’t want your fort to be in the middle of a street, for example, nor would you want it built horizontally out of the face of a cliff. Beneath a crag is good. 2. size – A fort the size […]

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OBSESSED WOODCARVER

May 16, 2011

Once upon a time there was a woodcarver who went by the name of Strangler Pete. His real name was Deborah LaMaze. Anyway, to get to the thing about him, he was positively obsessed with Babe Ruth. Every piece he carved had the face of Babe Ruth. Carved elephant? Face of Babe Ruth. Carved elk? […]

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LIMB RICK*

May 15, 2011

An exceedingly seedy young seed was determined to learn how to read She started with Joyce, an unusual choice for a seedy or unseedy seed *Limb ricks are featured in RAKARA, due out Tuesday from Wild Child Publishing.

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A SENTENCE BY MERVYN PEAKE

May 14, 2011

High-shouldered to a degree little short of malformation, slender and adroit of limb and frame, his eyes close-set and the colour of dried blood, he is climbing the spiral staircase of the soul of Gormenghast, bound for some pinnacle of the itching fancy – some wild, invulnerable eyrie best known to himself, where he can […]

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CARTOON FRIDAY 102

May 13, 2011

“Frankly, Mother, I’d prefer not to hear about the time you went skinny-dipping with Fatty Chalfont.”

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A SELECTION OF LITERARY NEAR MISSES

May 12, 2011

The Great Gunsby The Young Man and the Sea David Tinfield The Maltese Hawk The Sound and the Furry  

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