THE MADMAN RAVES

The Right Place

2012-01-05T05:00:00.000-08:00

I was alone in The Lair about to watch Venkman and Co. rid NYC of Zuul for research purposes when a lightning storm exploded in the middle of the living room between the couch and my desk.When the storm dissipated, a blue porta-potty stood in the middle of the room.I leaped to my feet, spilling a bag of trail mix snatched up the shotgun I had leaning against the couch, and leveled the barrel at

Plan B From Outer Space

2011-12-13T05:00:00.000-08:00

I was knee-deep in research material, mainlining Swedish Fish and scenting with a classic bottle of Liquid Paper, when something howled nearby, a bloodcurdling noise that froze me to the short and curlies."Sweet Mother of Dingos!" I said, leaping from my desk chair and snatching up the whaling harpoon from the wall. "What poor unfortunate soul is getting a Lovecraftian horrors enema?""It's your

Rumblings From the Dark Side of Twitter

2011-12-06T05:00:00.000-08:00

I had just walked in the doors of the Banner Manse last Saturday morning when Marv Banner pulled me aside and flashed his Android phone at me."Artoo wants to show you something," he whispered conspiratorially."Careful, Marv," I said. "George Lucas has long litigatory arms. If he hears you, probably through your XBox, he's liable to plug up your afterburners with legal action. You may be a city

Chief Archivist's Note

2011-12-05T15:07:00.000-08:00

If you are looking for the gun rights blog that used to be here, it has since moved to Confessions of An Armed Californian. Please update your links/bookmarks with the new URL.If you are looking for the writings of Dr. Ace T. Jericho, Rogue Journalist, you've come to the right place.Doctor Jericho has also co-opted space at Notes From The Lair, the blog of SF/F pulp adventure writer Abner Senires