Moe Lane

I am doing my level best to avoid making more puns while talking about “Speaker-to-Sheep.” Although ‘puns’ may not be the best term to use.  Anyway, this is obviously not very serious and is definitely a case where I started with the punchline and worked my way backwards. Because, hey, 100 words.

The alternate title to “Can’t Catch Me” ought to be Parents: THINK Before You Tell Your Children Fairy Tales.  Then again, that’s a pretty dang bad title. Or even a worse word than ‘dang.’

I forget what the triggering mechanism was for “Dream Job.” I assume that there was one, though. Certainly the idea that being technical staff for a group of two-fisted dimensional troublemakers could be adventure enough for any sane man or woman makes personal sense to me.  Especially when you consider that those guys are the first ones to get killed when the demon comes through the portal.

“‘Ware Thorns” reminds us that plants aren’t more naturally peaceful and accommodating; they’re merely very slow, from our point of view. And generally sessile anyway.  But sometimes you mess with them at your peril.

There’s a bigger story in “Space Station 23’s Number One Official!”  I’m trying to write it even now. But things seem… stalled.

“Permanent Houseguests” is admittedly a low-probability scenario. Unless it’s, I don’t know, simply a species worldview mismatch or something. Then it might make more sense.  Maybe.

Patreon!  Close to a 3K word short story per month!  So tantalizingly close…

No, I don’t know how the stardrive in “Ignorance Is Bliss” would work.  In fact, I don’t know how ANY stardrive would work.  I don’t have the math — and I don’t know what I would do with it if I had it, either.

“More For Us!” asks the question that nobody else would: is it always bad when astral parasites gather to batten on your pain and suffering?  Admittedly, maybe it’s not the most obvious and rewarding question that nobody else has ever asked, but I gotta work with what I got. Besides, microfiction is a nicely flexible field for these sorts of self-contained literary concepts.

“Sentimental Value” is my paean to the notion that, even in our glorious transhumanist future, we’re probably going to have to deal with the little things in day to day life.  Also, that people who are in glorious transhumanist futures are probably not going to wander around all day breathlessly going “Hey! How about that Singularity, huh?” …OK, wait, some of them probably will.  Somebody always does.

“Peacework” could have maybe benefited by a few more words. The pun in the title and the examples used can only be stretched so far to hint at the larger point. Ach, well, this is how I learn.

I was the one who wrote ‘Legacy,’ and I still don’t know whether this was a reward, or a subtle punishment. I flip-flop on it from sentence to sentence, honestly. How much does anybody really want to know about just how he’ll be seen?

I knew once what the larger point of “Coileain Chumhacht” was, but it eludes me. I’m pretty sure that it had something to do with a Something Positive cartoon, though.  I think.