The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon

There also appeared a number of girls’ faces, gazing through armpits and around angles of knees. “That’s kinky,” said one of the girls.
“Are you from London?” another wanted to know: “Is that a London thing you’re doing?” Hair spray hung like fog, glass twinkled all over the floor.

April 26th, 2007 | Books, Science Fiction | No comments

Grand Nagus Zek Visits Memorial

The the Grand Nagus , or at least the voice thereof, occasionally leads Sunday community prayers at our church.

Cancer, finances, the war, and children addressed with a juicy, raspy wheeze. Without the accompanying lisp, it would be scary. With the whole package, I have to keep my head raised and eyes open looking at a slight sixty year old man with a white combover and a bolo tie so that I don’t slip into a mental picture of the leader of the Ferengie asking for blessings on someone’s kidney stone.

April 5th, 2007 | Science Fiction, St. Louis | No comments