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Where are my people?

The hollow juggernaut of social media claims to herald a world where it’s easier than ever to find “your people,” but I have to disagree.  While you can connect with a wider audience that you would, say, face-to-face at some public venue, the connections you make online … Continue reading

Gotta get back

The steady stream of Card-a-Day descriptions has enabled me to engage in writing (very) short-form fiction on a near-daily basis, which has been fun and sometimes amusing.  I hope these little snippets have also been enjoyable to readers.

But I need to dust off my stack of half-finished blog posts and … Continue reading

Conspiracy! Card-a-Day #104

Evidence Card 0077: Lone Wolf

Evidence Card 0077: Lone Wolf

Ted dug desperately through the teetering mound of clean clothes on his bed.  It’s got to be here … somewhere!

“Mom! Where’s my hoodie!”

It was nowhere to be found.  The stack of paper-wrapped packages, all neatly bound in twin and addressed in his nondescript handwriting, sat eagerly next to the door, calling to be mailed.  The smell of solder and ammonia still hung in the air.

“Mom!  I can’t find it!  What did you do with my hoodie?”

His ever-smiling mother leaned into the doorway of his room.  “What’s that, sweetie?”

Ted tried to temper his growing rage.  “My grey hoodie.  I can’t find it.”

“Oh, that rotten thing?  I threw it away.”

Ted’s face began to flush.  “… what?”

“It was stained and full of holes, dear.  It smelled like an chemistry set.  I’ll buy you another one.”

Ted began to shake slightly.  “But … I needed it to—”

His mother turned on her heel and began to walk away carrying a basket of clean clothes.  “Nonsense, dear.  It’s a perfectly nice day.  Go outside for once and get some sun.”

Ted stood in the middle of his room for several minutes, silent, breathing heavily.  His vision had narrowed, and his head had filled with the thrumming of his own heartbeat.

When he finally felt himself under control, he carefully placed his packages back into his closet next to his copies of The Turner Diaries and The Anarchist’s Cookbook.  He couldn’t mail them now.  Their recipients would have to wait.

He decided, instead, to start putting together a new package.  Mother’s Day, after all, was coming up…

Conspiracy! Card-a-Day #93

Evidence Card 0067: Washington

Evidence Card 0067: Washington

5:17 EST—Authorities continue to search for survivors of this morning’s catastrophe in Washington, D.C.  Hope is still held that people will be pulled alive from the broken remains of the U.S. Capitol Building, which inexplicably sank into the soft ground after a series of tremors just after 9:15 in the morning.

While rescue workers plumb the depths of the gaping hole for survivors and for clues to the cause of the disaster, speculation grows that the foundation of the Capitol, completed in 1800, finally gave way under the sheer, awesome weight of lobbyist money.

Because the structure was never intended to support the massive amounts of cash currently funneled through its halls on a daily basis, workers from the General Services Administration have twice reinforced the walls and foundation, in 1983 and 2006.  Dr.Pamela Soren, Professor of Geology at Georgetown University, speculates that the native soils beneath the building, having lost density due to recent heavy rains, gave way completely, enabling the building and its contents to sink to bedrock some 83 feet below ground level.

Congress was in session at the time of the disaster.  According to a schedule released on, debate had begun on a bill to introduce an exception in the Congressional ethics guidelines to classify all donated items crafted from 18 to 24-carat gold as ‘merely ornamental’ and exempt from Senate and House gift reporting.

Conspiracy! Card-a-Day #87

Evidence Card 0062: Alien Encounter

Evidence Card 0062: Alien Encounter

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