Hey, pilgrim .. like science fiction?” says a suspicious guy in a black cowboy hat and duster.
“My whole life is science fiction,” says a passerby, “So is this whole year.”
“Well you’re in luck,” says the cowboy, “Because the books I’m selling are gonna be right up your alley.”
The bystander looks at the books and grunts in approval.
“They make perfect sense,” he says, “I’ll take two of each. My wife needs to read them too.”
—from the play “The Cowboy Salesmen In The Werewolf Apocalypse” by renown playwright Frederick “Fransgrim” Cheese-Omelette-Bacons, written in March 2020 at the start of the pandemic. Mr. Cheese-Omelette-Bacons has since sold the work online to Undead Marching Saloon Publishing.
I have the education and tools for graphic design, but so does an increasing number of individuals in the area. My best days are when I help the people I know with design solutions. The worst days are when I can compare my field to the Golden Age of Piracy. Since my graduation from college its been so full of competition that it’s been high seas adventure on dry land, and that was just before the recession of ‘08.
—from Walter “Thorns“ Jones-Douglas’ book, How to Get a Job When the Dinosaurs Return. Flourishing Pumpkin Vine Publishers, Topeka, KS, 2017.
Now in the chaos of the second month of 2020, we now offer the perfect gift. We like to think of it as a present that Old Saint Nick tucked away in such a place that everyone forgot was there, until at an unexpected time, and then in magnanimous surprise discovered that he didn’t forget.