Hi strangers and old friends, I've set up shop across town, quite literally. Here's how:
Sunday, February 17, 2008
It seems I keep getting lots and lots of traffic here at Spiffytown. I don't think it's from the reggalers I used to hobnob with; most visits seem to result from image searches. But, in case you've been wondering, I'm not dead. I don't miss the snow, literal and metaphorical, of my old life. I've been building a business, trying to pay bills, and coming to terms with myself in different ways. Haven't been writing much, and I miss it. That's all I came to say really, leave a comment or drop a line to stay in touch.
Posted by Biff Spiffy at 5:39 PM
Friday, November 2, 2007
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Anyway, we got to thinking, "What if the Enterprise was crewed by rednecks?" The sound effects alone would lend a whole different feel to the show. The computer's voice would have a thick southern drawl, and call Captain Kirk 'Sugar.' If the self-destruct sequence was initiated, you'd hear, "Aw shit, now you gone n' done it!" The doors wouldn't have the cool whoosh-squeak sound; it'd be more like tobacco spit. Sulu would shout 'Yeeee HAW!' and make vrooming noises when piloting the ship through the Gravel Pit Nebula. Chekov wouldn't quit honking the Dukes of Hazzard horn. Scotty would be seen squirting starter fluid into the warp core. While it was up on blocks in Kirk's front yard.
I'd watch that show.
Posted by Biff Spiffy at 7:48 AM
Sunday, September 30, 2007
It's been a busy couple weeks. The weeds have grown around here, the crickets, frogs, and frog-eating snakes have taken over the place. I'm scarcer than ever on the interwebs, as life and work have their way with me. I'll be back as I can, and there's a Wordsmith story due tomorrow. I'll cook it up tonight and post by deadline.
Posted by Biff Spiffy at 5:02 PM
Monday, September 3, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
There have been so many thoughts, observations, and happenings that have sleeted through my mind over the last month that make me smack my head and say, "That would make a great story!" But they've gone unwritten. Some snippets will stick in m' haid and leak out later, when I have the leisure required to maintain a writing hobby. A couple things to log though: