Potato Nose

Humans are Builders

It never ceases to amaze and sadden me that people can talk about the human race like it's a bad thing. I acknowledge that there are bad people. But decriers of the human race use especially visible bastards who blow up individual buildings as evidence of how awful people are, without counting the teens of thousands of buildings that still stand-- in fact, without ever once considering the noble and unacknowledged men and women responsible for constructions those buildings. If the destruction ...

A Bad Name: H

Interlude H Daniel felt a little ridiculous. His costume was simplistic, being a hazardous materials suit that had some modifications, namely non Newtonian fluids in interlaced pockets throughout the vest beneath the costume's hermetically sealed underlayer, fire gel packs on the surface of his upper body, a transparent jelly in the face plate that conducted light selectively according to the current applied to it and the polarity of the dielectric field applied to it, and an external, hyper...

Digging into my brain 2

As a small kid, before some of the worst things happened and I became a rather awful person for a while, I had an addiction to reading. Now, understand, when I say addiction to reading, I don't mean I merely liked to read. No, I NEEDED to read. I couldn't sit still and do nothing. My hands had to be busy, or my brain directed at something I was reading. Later on it would have been diagnosed as a type of autism but back then I was just a troublesome child. I had little skill at socializing, cou...

Playing in the Mud

There's a channel on YouTube called Primitive Technology that I've been watching. Seeing this Aussie dude turn rocks, sticks, and mud into habitation, tools, and sustenance is both fascinating and intimidating. I find myself questioning my manhood. Please excuse me while I go out into the desert and dog around in the dirt for a while. Ahahaha who the hell am I kidding. Now excuse me while I go back to writing on my phone.

My first Patron!

My first patron has donated at 10 dollars a month! As soon as I figure out how to find out who's donating to me, your name is going up on my title page! And a very sincere thank you!

Digging into my brain 1

In the early hours of the morning, you can almost feel the people around you slowly recovering, recuperating from their days' labors. Being awake when others sleep can be almost meditative. Whether it's the ability to hear the air unobscured by the sounds of walking life, perhaps the lack of birds declaring territory or advertising their availability, or even an effect of the cooling night air, it just feels different, beyond the obvious "there's no sunlight out right now." 

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The Grand Opening!

Well, here it is, the patreon. As things stand, not much to see here. With luck, this page will grow, I'll improve as a writer, and your experiences as readers and supporters will prove worth the faith you've all invested in me. Thank you all, you've helped me get this far.