Disposable Fiction – The Rabbit’s Last Stand: Part Two

And the action continues! More commenters have commented and so the show goes on! Be sure to read “Disposable Fiction – The Rabbit’s Last Stand: Part One” to get the conceit of whatever the hell is going on.

The Story So Far…

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Battlefield Earth (2001)

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F*** me…

The good news: you have a hero – someone you nearly worship. This hero has inspired you in ways that you could never have anticipated. The example of this hero has kept you brave during the darkest times in your life. This hero’s legacy guides you and brings you comfort. When you feel weak or hopeless, you think of this mentor and find the wind you need to fill your sails.

Eventually, you are back on top. You use your new-found power and status to do a kindness: bring this hero’s dream to reality. Share this strength and vision with the world.

The bad news – and the news is VERY bad: this hero is famed con-man, domestic abuser, and kidnapper L. Ron Hubbard. Your stand-in in this fable? John Travolta.

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Smash That Interview Right In The Mustache Hole! – by M.D. Ambersaurius

When I was a hiring manager, I saw young, potential wage slaves every week. They came in with their degrees, their certifications, their masonic handshakes, full of hope and hunger. My experiences have caused mobs of plebs to hound me constantly for my wisdom.

So when asked for interview advice, I usually tell everyone the same thing:

Get the hell out of my office!

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OBEY ME! – by M.D. Ambersaurius

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If I were to summarize my sixty-seven years in the world of business, it would be this:

Get moving or get the lash!

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Archibald MacLeish Part Two: Arse Poetica

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Absolutely unretouched photo of Archibald MacLeish shortly before draining the soul of Zelda Fitzgerald in Rockville, MD. What, are you calling me a liar?!

And so we land at the crime he is most famous for. The poem that killed poetry. “Ars Poetica.” In this poem, MacLeish’s thesis is a poem is a waste of time and one shouldn’t even bother with it. And with his poetry he comes SO CLOSE to proving this theory!

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