We headed downtown to check out the annual Butter and Eggs parade this morning. Here's a small sampling of what we saw...


"I love Butter and Eggs," says Maddie. "But do you think I can get mine scrambled?"

Big News of the Day: Page on Stage will be including my short story "Tech Support" in their upcoming (May 2nd) SF showcase, The Machines Bite Back. Also on the program are Ray Bradbury's The Veldt and Avram Davidson's The Golem, so I'm in great company.



Tickets are $5 across the board and can be obtained from The Glaser Center, 547 Mendocino Avenue, Santa Rosa: telephone 707-568-5381 or from .

Thursday Evening:

"Hurrah!" called Maddie, running into the living room as I let myself in. "You're finally home. I thought you'd be gone all night..."

"You tricked me," insisted Maddie, pouting at me from the passenger seat as I parked the car. "I thought you said we were just going for a drive. This is so not fair....

April 23rd has been declared International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day, so here's a short story for your reading pleasure. If you dig it, feel free to throw us a link or share it with your friends.

Within the Cavern of the Metaphor
Ross E. Lockhart

"If we go in for abstract thinking,
we have to forget that words were metaphors." - Borges

Snorri shuddered from the cold and loss of blood. He tried to staunch the flow that drained from his useless left arm with a rag torn from the hem of his tunic. Realizing that such attempts were useless, he unbuckled his belt and removed it, letting his sword and scabbard drop to the floor, and fastened the belt in turn around his left bicep, an impromptu tourniquet, just above where the creature's iron-cold claws had torn through skin, muscle, arteries, and veins. He pressed his weight against the cavern wall, exhaling an immense cloud of icy vapor as he did so, then glanced down at his mighty rune-covered warhammer, useless to a one-armed warrior...

Charlie's Angels...