POTATO MOON, Part 72, “Shining Brightly” by Adrian J. Watts

Irony shook his head, politely declining Bela’s offer, and stepped into the brightly lit room. The fluorescent lights set into the ceiling shone brightly, and the phospherescent photons they emitted lit lightly upon Edwood, Bela and Something’s delicate features. And Jakob’s, too. Probably.

Irony stared for a long time at Bela’s checker-proffering form and glared meaningfully at Something in a way only an abstract entity can.

POTATO MOON, Part 71: “Decisions” by Alison Aspasia

NOTE FROM PAD: Sorry for the delay, Potato Tots (my freshly coined name for fans of the story, since “Potato Moonies” has unfortunate connotations.) It was entirely on my end; Alison turned in her contribution right on time. I’ve been pretty brain fried because of Comicon. I’ll tell you all about it shortly.

“You what?” Jakob asked from the floor. “But aren’t they me? You baked me?”

“Well you were half-baked already,” Bela said unsympathetically,
walking over to where the doctor was looking awkwardly into his Oven.
Edwood followed.

Since Peter is out of Town and at SDCC

I present our annual ask the wife thread with a  bit of a twist.

You can also ask Ariel questions and for the first time,  you can ask Caroline a question.

A few rules:

If I deem a question inappropraite, it will not be answered. I ask that you limit yourself to one question per person (being one for me, one for Ariel, and one for Caroline)

I will not discuss politics or religion so those are  both off the table.

If the question is in the fuzzy NDA (Non-disclosure Agreement) area then I will not answer the question.

If I don’t answer your question please don’t take it personally. A lot of times why I couldn’t answer it becomes clear about a year to two years later.

So there ya go. Ask away.

Forty years ago today…

My family and I were visiting Israel, and we watched on television as the astronauts walked on the surface of the moon.

Some weeks later, my kid brother Wally, all of six years old, started school, and he came bounding home at the end of his first day all excited to relate what he had learned that day. “America landed a man on the moon TOO!” he informed our parents, since he’d been under the impression that the moonlanding he’d witnessed had been achieved by the Israelis.

PAD