Chasing The Extraterrestrial

DogFaceBefore I begin this short shout out to my friend ALF I want to offer my apologies to the reader. If you are a follower of this blog, you will undoubtably realize that I have not posted anything in quite sometime. I will not offer excuses, but I am going to attempt to defend my actions. I’ve been busier than I really care to be.

Since my last significant post in August I have published Pinky Anderson and the Traveling Flea Circus, compiled and published The Lady In The Pink Underwear, and moved back to Moapa Valley National Wildlife Refuge. That might not sound like much to the average person, but to me it’s enough to drive an old man to a nap. And I’m still searching for that nap. Oh, and I’ve started outlining two new stories, and am currently writing a short story that is much different than anything I’ve done in the past. Wish me luck on that one.

What I want to remind you about today, in case you’ve forgotten, is that this is the weekend for the Storm Area 51 fiasco. You got that right. A bunch of idiots were (still are?) planning on storming the government’s top secret air base at Groom Lake. Continue reading

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It is so comforting to know that the State of the Union address is finally going to be delivered on February 5th. It’s had me worried ever since the Speaker of The House informed the President of the United States that he was not going to be allowed to stand before Congress and deliver the much ballyhooed information that our nation’s leader is bound, by the Constitution, to deliver from time to time. For many, many years now it has been delivered verbally, and I so look forward to this speech each year that I actually lose sleep in the days leading up to the address.

In all fairness, though, this information is supposed to be delivered to the Legislative branch of the government, not the people. It’s a state of the union address. Our Congressmen have no idea what’s going on in this country, so they rely on the President to tell them. That’s a scary thought. Continue reading

Looking For Another Herd

Recently, I’ve been thinking about how our virtual world is overtaking our physical world. All around me I see people more interested in that small, oblong object they grip mobile-society-china-olympics-horizontal-large-galleryin one hand and poke at with the other than they are with what is all around them. They don’t see the first robin of spring, nor the otter swimming in the slough, or the arrival of the swallows. They probably saw an eagle hunt on the internet once, though.

A man and woman sit in a restaurant, each more engrossed with their cellphones than they are with the person on the other side of the table. They no longer discuss the day’s events, or their future engagements. They drift farther and farther away from the person they so loved not long ago. Continue reading