Fictoid: One Day In The Wild West…

by Buzz on 26/11/2014

Walter M Baumhofer - remind me


“Ma’am, if we life through this, remind me to teach you how to shoot…”

underlying art by Walter M. Baumhofer

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Fictoid: Another Day During World War Two…

by Buzz on 25/11/2014

mead schaeffer what color flags

art by Mead Schaeffer

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On The Convention Trail: LosCon 41

by Buzz on 25/11/2014

on conv trail 1950_04 ed_cartier_gnomepresscalendar

Heigh-ho!  Heigh-ho!
Off to LosCon 41 I go!

LosCon 41 will be held Nov. 28-30 at the LAX Marriott (that’s the good news)
and they’ve invited me to participate on two panels. (that’s the bad news)

My schedule & co-panelists:

SAT 5:30 pm – 6:45 pm: 916. YOU DID WHAT?

Atlanta Room

A panel in which each panelist starts a story and ends by dumping the next panelist into it!

  • Dr. Jerry Pournelle
  • Lawrence M. Schoen
  • Martin Young
  • Neo Edmund
  • Kenn Bates
  • Todd McCaffrey

SUN 1:00 pm – 2:15 pm: 1053. A SHOT RANG OUT

Saint Louis Room

Improvised storytelling under pressure of time and madness. See us invent stories and characters too bizarre for fiction just so we can set up random lines the audience picked for us.

  • Larry Niven
  • Sarah Adams
  • Lawrence M. Schoen
  • David Miller
  • True Thomas
  • Martin Young
  • Todd McCaffrey

In commemoration of the panels’ theme of improvisation in story telling, I’ll be running a batch of fictoids for the rest of the week.

Happy Turkey Day &
see you at LosCon!

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The Words Of The Prophets, Ferguson edition

by Buzz on 25/11/2014

with apologies to Nina SimoneFerguson

Alabama’s gotten me so upset

Tennessee made me lose my rest

And everybody knows about Mississippi Missouri Goddam


Alabama’s gotten me so upset

Tennessee made me lose my rest

And everybody knows about Mississippi Missouri Goddam


Can’t you see it

Can’t you feel it

It’s all in the air

I can’t stand the pressure much longer

Somebody say a prayer


Alabama’s gotten me so upset

Tennessee made me lose my rest

And everybody knows about Mississippi Missouri Goddam


This is a show tune

But the show hasn’t been written for it, yet


Hound dogs on my trail

School children sitting in jail

Black cat cross my path

I think every day’s gonna be my last


Lord have mercy on this land of mine

We all gonna get it in due time

I don’t belong here

I don’t belong there

I’ve even stopped believing in prayer


Don’t tell me

I tell you

Me and my people just about due

I’ve been there so I know

They keep on saying “Go slow!”


But that’s just the trouble

“do it slow”

Washing the windows

“do it slow”

Picking the cotton

“do it slow”

You’re just plain rotten

“do it slow”

You’re too damn lazy

“do it slow”

The thinking’s crazy

“do it slow”

Where am I going

What am I doing

I don’t know

I don’t know


Just try to do your very best

Stand up be counted with all the rest

For everybody knows about Mississippi Missouri Goddam


I made you thought I was kiddin’


Picket lines

School boy cots

They try to say it’s a communist plot

All I want is equality

for my sister my brother my people and me


Yes you lied to me all these years

You told me to wash and clean my ears

And talk real fine just like a lady

And you’d stop calling me Sister Sadie


Oh but this whole country is full of lies

You’re all gonna die and die like flies

I don’t trust you any more

You keep on saying “Go slow!”

“Go slow!”


But that’s just the trouble

“do it slow”


“do it slow”

Mass participation

“do it slow”


“do it slow”

Do things gradually

“do it slow”

But bring more tragedy

“do it slow”

Why don’t you see it

Why don’t you feel it

I don’t know

I don’t know


You don’t have to live next to me

Just give me my equality

Everybody knows about Mississippi Missouri

Everybody knows about Alabama

Everybody knows about Mississippi Missouri Goddam

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it happens

by Buzz on 24/11/2014

it happens enough and if
it happens at all then
it happens too often

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The Words Of The Prophets…

by Buzz on 22/11/2014

…are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls

WotP Lee Camp what you dont need

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This Is Pretty Funny…

by Buzz on 22/11/2014

…until you start thinking about it…

channelate 2012-02-13-dream

…and then it breaks your heart.

Channelate by Ryan Hudson

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a poem for eternity

by Buzz on 21/11/2014

what happens to rich people after they die is this:

they get every thing they ever wanted
and more
every thing
but not everything

there are no


in the afterlife

rich folks want something
all they have to do is imagine it


it magically / quantumly appears
want a forty-thousand room mansion with a full size bowling alley in each?
think about it


it appears

you can get any thing
and every thing you want

trouble is
your neighbors get it, too

oh yeah
this is one crowded afterlife
all of your friends and
most of your family are there
waiting for you
and everyone gets exactly the same thing
all the time
so nobody has one iota more
or one iota less
than anybody else
everybody’s equal
everybody’s the same
no one to look down
no one to smirk at
no one to act smugly superior to
no one to envy you
admire you
desire to be you
everybody same-same
all the time

JC Leyendecker - disdainful couple

looking down from heaven
God shakes His head and says:


art by J.C. Leyendecker

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Yet Again I Blather On

by Buzz on 20/11/2014

Andrew Rowland has a new podcast and the extreme misfortune to have me as his first guest.

Part One

Part Two

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Charles Bukowski On Writing

by Buzz on 19/11/2014

bukowski at work

Writing isn’t work at all… And when people tell me how painful it is to write I don t understand it because it’s just like rolling down the mountain you know. It’s freeing. It’s enjoyable. It’s a gift and you get paid for what you want to do.

I write because it comes out — and then to get paid for it afterwards? I told somebody, at some time, that writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money. I’ll take it.

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