Dang Bird
December 22nd, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Hammerfist Odious
December 1st, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
So, I am a good little donkey: dutifully ordering Frank Zappa releases when they are announced and in as timely a fashion as finances allow.
This latest, a 3-cd set of live recordings from performances at London’s Hammersmith Odeon in 1978, I was able to nab at preorder – joy!
Somehow, however, the company that handles the sales sent my CD to an old address, long-since sans forwarding.
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Splashdown
November 11th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Prow
November 11th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
Link
November 11th, 2010 by Corey A. Edwards
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




















