Found during a walk with Mel at the base of Discovery Bay.
Organizing my photos for a long-overdue and imminent site makeover has led to the discovery of many, many, many unfinished and/or forgotten projects. This is one.
Over-Daft Protection
October 20th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
So it’s now been about two years since I could count on having enough money in my checking account at all times.
I’ve grown rather used to this, and am not complaining about it. Even in easier days I did my best to avoid over-extending myself and only bring my situation up now as a precursor to talking about the recent change in banking rules, i.e.; the death of the overdraft fee.
Picture the banker’s grin melting from his weaselly little face.
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Monsters n’ Robots n’ T-shirts: oh my!
October 13th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
The Case(s) of Renewed Interest
September 21st, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Ahead Of The Curve (and pimping like mad)
September 16th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Remember, back in the days before the internet, when your friends and neighbors would have to slog all of the way to your door in order to attempt to guilt you into buying something you never wanted and didn’t need?
Well not any more – isn’t modern convenience something?
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Don’t even bother reading this.
July 29th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
People aroun’ here are so ignorant. I mean, they’re really uncultured. They just have no clue. For example, I walk into a bar one hot evening and order a Dry Sack. The guy comes around from behind the bar and starts towelin’ off my crotch! I’m like: “get offa me you addlepated nudnik,” and slap him away. So he gets this ugly expression on his face and I’m thinkin’: “who the hell is he to be mad?” So’s I ask him: “who the hell are you to be mad?” An’ he just kinda slouches away, mumbling: “Not mad. Just feeling a little testy.”
Still Alive.
July 28th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Just waaaaaaaaaay busy with things other than my own creations.
The Face – short fiction
July 5th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
He wasn’t sure when it began but it seemed that now, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t escape it.
It was everywhere. In the chrome of the toaster, rippling up at him from the surface of his morning’s coffee, in the smear of color playing across the glassed face of a clock. He’d lean forward to turn off the TV and, if the light was right, there it was, staring back at him from the grey of the still dying tube: the face.
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The Yard
July 4th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Myrna-Joe and Cleary – short fiction
June 5th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Myrna-Joe was a large woman with bad skin, dimpled joints, and bright orange hair. Not red, mind you: orange. Truth be told it was a wispy, ghost gray, having long since lost its original, dish-water dinginess but she’d colored it with one of those cheap preparations you can find for half-off on aisle 12 and now it was like that of a doll or some character from a 1960’s Rankin/Bass animation.
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#16 – Nature’s Own on Sandstone
May 31st, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Token of My Extreme – Vintage Arcade Tokens
May 16th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Though I have long collected coins, my interest in the hobby is minimal and my collection worth little, if anything. In fact, “No Cash Value” is even stamped onto some of the coins. They’re vintage arcade tokens, most of which I collected in Northern Colorado during my teen years in the 1980’s.
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Nowhere Man
April 8th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
So … where the hell am I?
Great question. Soon as you figure it out, let me know.
My one consolation is that the bulk of the blogs I follow seem to be in a similar state of shrugged shoulders.
I can’t imagine anyone even checks here, anymore. I sure as heck don’t.
That’ll make it doubly interesting once I get back to it. (and I will – my damn muse can’t wander the desert, without me, forever)
Luckily the world is already full-to-bursting with other folks who are driven, creative, and innerestin’; I hardly miss myself.
Hotcha.
Kanegon
March 13th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
So it turned out that the neighbor severed my cable while planting a tree.
He was nice enough to leave the cable ends protruding from the earth like giant, errant whiskers but otherwise said nothing.
He’s in construction, natch.
WienerBoy
March 11th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Now my danged modem is dead at home.
You know we’re in a slump when the cable company doesn’t answer their phones on the weekend, providing you, instead, with a recording that states: “as of Friday 7pm, all services are up. Our office hours are …”
Finally got through Monday morning and it’s “oh, we’ll send a repairman around – how’s Saturday work for you?”
It’s like the universe no longer wants me on the internet.
Well, when the universe speaks this clearly to me, I know what to do: ignore it. Full steam ahead!
