Fat Dog It

I have been a fan of Community since it’s debut in 2009. The first season was stomach-busting funny. The second season, I lost a couple of kidneys. The third season continued with loss of internal organs although the show was starting to get a little weird, and then Season 4…definitely weird, but still funny, in that look-at-each-other-and-laugh kind of funny.

And that should have been the end of it, Season 4, that is. Always in danger of being cancelled because of low numbers (easy to understand: American Idol, How I Met Your Mother, Big Bang TheoryCommunity is a tad bit out of those viewers’ reach), Season 4 was what the few of us faithful fans figured was a good send off: everyone graduates, so to speak, and goes on to new lives that may, or may not, involve possible reunion episodes.

But, there’s a Season 5.

Which is nothing short of a miracle, given the self-inflicted body blows that Community has endured, such as the removal of producer Dan Harmon (who appears to be someone who doesn’t play well with others) and the epic struggles with Chevy “get-off-of-my-lawn” Chase. Besides, the nature of the show didn’t lend itself to a 5th Season: it’s about a community college, and even three seasons was a bit of a stretch.

So, I figured Season 5 was going to be a jumped shark year, a sad, pale shadow of its former self, like watching Terrell Owens trying to get back into football. But, no.

It’s freakin’ great.

First, they brought back Dan Harmon, which is like Los Alamos realizing they can’t do without Robert Oppenheimer. Second, they preserved the characters but changed their roles in a way that makes sense, at least, for another year. Then there is the introduction of a new character, Professor Buzz Hickey, played by Jonathan Banks of Breaking Bad fame. Ordinarily, this gets the bike over the shark, but he plays something the show has long needed—a sane human being as counterpoint to the rest.

And look what they’ve done:

Butt Crack Bandit: Law and Order on Greendale.

Lava Floor: a bow to the previously epic Blanket Fort and Paintball episodes.

And this last one, the Bulletin Board. Nathan Fillion shows up. C’mon, any episode that involves Nathan Fillion rocks.

So, another year of freaking hilarious, hyper-fast patter that you have to rewind and listen to again in order to catch everything. And Starburns is back.

Thank you, TV Gods.

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Should take my own advice

I recently guest blogged at Free Book Dude, basically telling aspiring authors everywhere that there comes a time when you’re done writing, so get on with it. So, guess what I’ve been doing for the past four weeks or so? Yep, rewriting an already completed novel, The Ship to Look for God.

Well, it was more of an edit than a rewrite. The story was written and rewritten to a satisfactory polish about a year ago. But, there’s always a tweak or two, ain’t there? And, as I was tweaking, I was doing things like adding a character or changing one just a bit and, that’s a trap. Because, you can always keep doing that. And keep doing that.

Just. Walk. Away!

So, I did. This morning. This baby’s now ready, all 98,000 words of it.

Look out, world.

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The Adventures of Gracie the Wander Cat: When a Stranger Calls

So, I’m relaxing in the house the other evening when there’s a knock at the door. I answer:

and I can’t believe it. It’s Russell:

Russell!

What. The. Hell?

So I give him the fish eye:

He gives me the fish eye back:

Okay, that’s the way you want it? Time for the heavy artillery.

Devil eye!

He retaliates:

But you can see who got the better of this contest:

Just stay out there, loser:

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Tomb Stories: Pioneers and Hard Scrabble

In Waythehelloutthere Virginia, there’s this little church:

Timber Ridge Primitive Baptist, with this little cemetery:

where some of the first settlers in the Shenandoah Valley were laid to rest, such as the Coe’s, Revolutionary War veterans and pioneers:

The unfortunately named Craven Coe, who “would not live always.”

Tough living up here in the ridges, as the Phillips show:

 

Mother Phillips lost her infant daughter, then her child, then her husband, and spent thirty-four years alone, before joining them.

Like the Hollidays. Elizabeth, who lost her Harry:

And Myrtle, who lost her Jack:

 

and then her boys:

Larry Brannon awaits his Ruella:

while he plays with children well before him:

  

In a quiet place to do so.

 

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A bit of respite from the ice and snow

Just this past November, a beautiful, mild day in Ft. Valley, near Strasburg, Virginia:

Okay, back to winter…

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What the…

I either (a) lost a bet or (b) won a short story contest. To find out which, go here: http://bksp.org/

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The Adventures of Gracie the Wander Cat: Winter of our Discontent

Brr. That’s all I can say.

I mean, just a couple of weeks ago, it was like this:

I was loving it:

But now:

Russell and the wild’uns have been pointing out to me that, before I got this D. Krauss gig, I, as a Wander Cat, had no trouble with winter. Find a place to burrow under the deck or between the bushes, chase down some of the field mice, good to go. So, yeah, okay,

I gave it a shot:

   

For. Get. It.

I’ve got better places to spend the winter:

Russell and the wild’uns can go pound sand.

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Goin’ Nuclear

A story of mine made it into a new anthology:

Check it out: http://www.amazon.com/Nuclear-Town-USA-Adam-Millard/dp/1494346893/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1386431575&sr=1-1&keywords=nuclear+town+usa

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Dachau

The trains arrived here and offloaded:

You were marched through here:

because Arbeit Macht Frei, as it still says on the ironworks.

Here you were separated:

If you were sent to the right, you got a bunk:

and a communal bathroom:

in one of the barracks, of which only the foundations are left:

If you were sent to the left, then you marched down this pleasant, linden-lined boulevard:

to this building:

where you were stripped naked preparatory to a shower:

of Cyklon B:

They stacked your body here:

Burned it here:

and disposed of your ashes here:

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Another reason to live in Ulm

In Ulm, you don’t go to the bar, the bar comes to you.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/kkwdnb7wl1nam0w/2013-10-05%2008.52.12.avi

 

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