I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

the two hundred and fifty seventh story

Once upon a time there was a globe and an atlas who argued, good-naturedly, most evenings, about who contained more information.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

the two hundred and fifty sixth story

Once upon a time there was a cat who tried, every night, to catch a certain star. She climbed, every night, to the very top of the very tallest tree she could find. Every night, she spend at least... oh... five minutes batting at the star. The star never fell, and the star kept rising every night.

Friday, December 11, 2015

The two hundred and fifty fifth story

Once upon a time there was a giraffe who made herself a long, long tail out of tree branches and leaves and feathers, and called herself a brachiosaurus

Thursday, December 10, 2015

The two hundred and fifty fourth story

Once upon a time there was a joke who did not understand why everyone was always laughing at her.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

The two hundred and fifty third story

Once upon a time there was a pair of trousers who very much admired a certain pair of frilly pantaloons.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

The two hundred and fifty second story

Once upon a time there was a rainstorm who learned about erosion and spent all her time after that worrying about the land underneath her.

Monday, December 7, 2015

The two hundred and fifty first story

Once upon a time there was a squirrel who, having neglected to store nuts for the winter, decided to survive exclusively on dropped french fries.