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Last chance spasmatic death twitch…

I was going to call this blog entry – A NEW BOOK REVIEW FOR DEVIL TREE

Then I thought better of it.

For one thing, the book review that I am posting a link to is actually a week or so old – and I’ve already mentioned it in a few of my Twitters and on several Facebook pages.

That doesn’t matter. Reviews, like household chores, can be played more than once.

For example: You drive your wife’s car into that brand new rose bush you planted – that’s a great time to say – “But I did the dishes this weekend, dear.”

It won’t help, but it might deflect a few death blows.

A better use of that particular househould chore might have been – “But I was racing home because I couldn’t wait to do the dishes, dear.”

However, speaking of races, I have to get some breakfast into me so that I can get my sorry butt out there for another two and a half mile walk to work.

So the blog entry I was going to write on the art of choosing a really cool title is going to have to wait until I get home tonight.

I promise it’ll be a doozy.

For now, check out this review!

http://hellboundtimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/devil-tree-by-steve-vernon.html

Talk to you tonight!

yours in storytelling,

Steve Vernon

 

Never go shopping in Wal Mart…

Okay. I was just out to Walmart. Stopped to browse the DVD rack. I’d just been glancing at it for a half a minute when this old guy walked up to me. Looked like a gone-to-seed old school kind of wrestler – like maybe Killer Kowalski or Gene Kaniski.

“Mooo-vieees?” he says, in this incredulous voice. “You know what they lead to, don’t you? They’re just trying to get you young guys hooked on watching moooviees on your computer screen – and then what’s going to happen to the cable television companies, hey?”

He got this victorious look on his face, like he’d just said something absolutely brilliant.

And then he stalked off.

I saw him later at the cash register check-out, telling some girl at the cash register that “Those machines are going to give you cancer, don’t you know?”

Walmart.

I swear to god.

Why do I shop there?

yours in storytelling,

Steve Vernon