Captian's Log Clean Up 9 Jun 20247 Jun 2024 Seeping through the plaster, slow as an army of slugs, the bloody ooze crawled. So, there was another portal, I thought. A good hiding place, behind the wall. Who would…
Captian's Log Towel 25 May 2024 Well, it's Towel Day. I cannot overstate how much The Guide meant to me as a child. Strangely enough, without knowing the occasion, I rewatched the Disneyfied version last night…
Captian's Log Bumblebee 23 May 2024 Of course, we can't understand, yet, how the bumblebee flies. It makes no sense, aerodynamically, anyway. But the bumblebee, that simple creature, hasn't the brains to know anything about aerodynamics.…
Captian's Log Mothers’ Day 12 May 2024 Happy Mothers' Day My mother has refused to let me or any of us do anything for her, but we have spent nearly the whole day together, quietly. My father…
Captian's Log With Everything Else Going On, Is One Zombie Apocalypse Too Much to Ask For? 19 Apr 202413 Apr 2024 My old friend the zombie has kept me good company since as long as I can recall. We must have met, I think, through Scooby-Doo. Max Brooks helped solidify the…
Captian's Log I’th’other Place 29 Mar 202425 Mar 2024 Delay your deadly cant, you worm eaten corpse. Shut your mouth and quit your noise. I'll have no more of you tonight, no more your gibbering howls and gulping growls.…
Captian's Log Bless You 28 Mar 202425 Mar 2024 We have no place to bury herno grave to lay her in.So bluster all you wish, good sir,there's no spot you can win. Yet please, I beg, some little plot.She…
Captian's Log The Politician Never Dies 22 Jan 202420 Jan 2024 "I have been dead for three years," I began. Looking over the rotting faces of my audience, I swallowed. "I may not look it," I smiled, "but embalming has come…
Captian's Log All the Snark I Left Out 20 Jan 202419 Jan 2024 Please Read:All the Snark I Left Out https://taletold.wordpress.com/recollection/all-the-snark-i-left-out/
Captian's Log Sad Ghost 21 Dec 2023 This last piece was news to me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Fred, yawning over a cup of coffee. "Really? A goat's head?" I asked. He grunted. "No…
