Monday, January 21, 2019

Spicks and Specks

Incident on Walsh Street by Thomas C. Stone

Incident on Walsh Street by Thomas Stone is a quirky novella of American political intrigue and suspense. Carter Smith escapes from the world by pursuing a peculiar hobby: the Kennedy assassination of 1963. Carter thinks that if he could ever solve the crime of the (20th) century, then somehow he would solve all the problems in his life, including a loveless marriage, a dominating boss, and, despite accumulated wealth, a boring and meaningless life.

The politically incorrect and irreverent Incident On Walsh Street has something to offend everyone but offers a fictional view of the world that is not so different from reality. Incident on Walsh Street is a study in political correctness and corruption -- not intended for the kiddoes.

Incident on Walsh Street is available in ebook format at Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, Apple iBooks, and most other fine ebook retailers.

Thanks for reading!

Friday, January 18, 2019

Surf With the Big Boys

PCH Trolling America

My dreams of financial security have died a hard death. Oh, it took many years -- practically a lifetime -- but I no longer believe my hard work and perseverance will pay off. It won't. To prove it, I've gotten old and don't even much care anymore if I become successful. Time sort of ran out on me, just as it will for you too. Keeping all that in mind, Publisher's Clearinghouse sent me their forms again this year! I always used to get excited thinking that I'd win the jackpot and I could pay all my bills and maybe I could afford a girlfriend or a new vehicle. Well, this year PCH says I have to buy something from their approved list before I can enter the contest. What the Hell-o Pussycat!!! They want me to pay? After all these years of losing? Fat chance! Another American institution has been spoiled!

Monday, January 14, 2019

Song of the Elowai by Thomas C. Stone

Hi there, Buckeroos. The graphic to the right is from the cover of my sci-fi invasion novel, The Song of the Elowai. I wrote that book over 25 years ago (still available as an ebook at Amazon and elsewhere) and sent it out to the John Hawkins Literary Agency in New York City where I was accepted by Annie Hawkins and she tried to sell the manuscript to some of those yankee publishers up there. I sent her some of my other manuscripts and we talked over the telephone wire every week for a couple of months until the agency suddenly dropped me. Annie said they were looking for a package deal for a sci-fi invasion story and I was on the shortlist. Well, obviously I did not make the cut. I stopped hearing from Annie and returned to dreaming about being successful. Time passed and I was able to reckon what sci-fi story did win out on that high dollar yankee media book deal. Yep, they decided on another story and made a movie out of it starring Will Smith, that black guy from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Remember him? Well, the movie they made was Independence Day, the blockbuster sci-fi hit from 1996. It was a brush against fame and fortune although I didn't even get 15 minutes out of it. Heck, I was almost rich. Almost. As in checkers and hand grenades.

Thursday, January 10, 2019

No Damn Good

My old man used to say, "At their best, people are no damn good." I have out-lived my father who didn't make it to old age. So, in a certain respect, my life has been more successful than his simply because I've lived longer. Those extra years have taught me that Dad was onto something. As it turns out, he was right: people are no damn good.

We are self-centered, ego-driven, a slave to our desires, ignorant, and yes, even dangerous to ourselves and others. We think we are more important than anyone else and our POV is the "correct" POV.

We don't mind so much when other people die for their mistakes or are murdered in a terrorist attack just as long as it isn't us. Self-preservation is strong and it reaches down into your soul, doesn't it? That's why when others suffer, we have such an easy time turning our eyes so we are not offended by the sight.

Most everyone I know is a walking advertisement for selfishness. The pursuit of materialistic rewards takes most of our time, sure, but there's also your suppressed sexual appetites. Musn't let on at work that you're a horn-dog.

If someone ever showed romantic interest in you, your first thought is, "What's the matter with them? What does he/she want from me?" Not that you think you're ugly, but you're the only one who knows what degenerate thoughts cross your mind on a daily basis; likely even an hourly basis. When I was growing up, they said men thought about sex every 11 seconds and women averaged about every 14 seconds. I don't think that is true. I think women think about sex constantly. They would never admit it, though.

People lie all the time. They lie to you, they lie to me, they lie to themselves, they lie to their spouses, their families, their pastor, the IRS, and their neighbors. The truth has become a casualty to the post-modern world. Lies have become more relevant than the truth and the government even seems to sponsor superior lying ability.

All this adds up to people not being worth a damn. Literally. Just like my old man said so long ago. You know, I get along with my animals far better than any human relationship and I might even go out on a limb here and say my animals are superior to any of my human contacts which I can now count on one hand.

Hey, if you're looking to alleviate the suffering in your own life, you might want to consider culling out those who make you miserable. Just sayin'. Life is short.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Know Thyself

Laugh or Cry?

So maybe there are just two kinds of people: People who are looking for an excuse to smile and laugh and people who are looking for an excuse to frown and cry. Which are you?