Set the Controls for the Heart of Carl Sagan
Such turbulence! Such a violation of space and time and everything and everywhere. Continuum fall down and go boom!
[Image by Jack Wolf]
Author: Robert Glen Fogarty
Rubbishnaughts and Rigamarole
The word “bastard!” rolls effortlessly off my tongue, punctuated by the fist I raise in anger at the speck on the horizon that should have been my ride to work this morning.
[Image by Google Maps]
Slack of All Trades, Bastard of Less
Security couldn’t catch us, but it still seemed like we couldn’t run fast enough. How embarrassing for everyone to be awful at everything!
[Photo by James Cridland]
Having It Large, Alike
The cruise missile ceasefire betwixt the miniskirted It-girls and the cyborg toyboys was worth cool megabucks to the power-dressing eggheads down in the Big Apple.
[Photo by Nathan Rupert]
Satisfied
Another Sunday won’t defeat me.
[Photo of our wee nephew Joshua by Staci Peters-Fogarty]
All Hallow’s Parties
“I’m from the future, baby! Have you ever done anything high-tech?”
[RIP James Doohan]
Bus Stop Solitaire
What’s the use of even making up a schedule if they’re never running on time?
[Photo by Matthew Wilkinson]
You’re This Close to Being Devoured by the Behemoth
Is it more disturbing than polio? That’s up for the scientists and ghost hunters to decide.
[Image by Robert Glen Fogarty]
The Entropath
I think these three thoughts, they’re: “No,” “might,” “maybe.”
[Photo by Yuliya Libkina]
Freedom Can Be Sold for the Price of a Sandwich
Milton didn’t speak French anymore, so the lipstick-smeared mirror’s frosty pink declaration was lost on him.
[Photo by Rich Young]