Twitter Is Dying, and I Don't Feel So Well Myself.

 I suppose I ought to take a broom to this place if I'm expecting company. (I'm not expecting company.)

Close Your Eyes Then Come and Find Me

This blog is no longer being updated; it is being maintained solely as a link depository. If you need me, though, I'm not hard to find.

My online home these days is mostly Twitter.

I also run a Twitter account for my band.

I post new music occasionally to SoundCloud.

I also have a Facebook page that I rarely use.

Or you can reach me by email on jack (dot) feerick (dot) says (at) gmail (dot) com.

You can support my work via PayPal or Ko-Fi.

Thanks for reading.

A Letter to My Senators

I've had very little time for writing recently, but I did make time to write this. I'm sharing it here in case you are moved to do the same. No rights reserved; disseminate freely and without restriction.

Find out how to contact your senators here.

I am moved to write to urge you in the strongest possible terms to vote against H.R. 4038, the so-called "American SAFE Act of 2015," when it comes to the Senate floor.

This irresponsible and cowardly piece of legislation—conceived in a panicked overreaction to the recent terrorist attacks in Paris—is a disaster on multiple levels. It projects fear and weakness to our enemies abroad. It is a betrayal of our national values of openness and welcome towards refugees, and a colossal failure in our moral obligation to help the less fortunate. And it penalizes innocents who are already suffering greatly, while doing nothing to punish the perpetrators of terror; indeed, it hands ISIS a propaganda victory

The goal of asymmetrical warfare like ISIS' war against the West is to provoke one's enemy into injuring himself. By responding with fear, we play into ISIS' hands. The US should be a beacon of hope for refugees, and should stand unambiguously with those in Syria who are the victims of ISIS. By abandoning those victims, we allow despair and further radicalization to flourish in the region.

This bill an asinine bit of showboating for the xenophobic and nativist wing of the GOP—and that constituency surely needs no further encouragement. I urge you to stand against it, and to encourage other senators to do the same.

And just as importantly, I ask you to support measures to help alleviate the Syrian refugee crisis more effectively. On October 28, President Obama was sent a letter co-signed by the Syrian-American Council, the Niskanen Center, and a number of other charitable groups, asking him to renew the Private Sector Initiative (PSI), a pilot program for the private sponsorship of individuals wishing to enter the US via the State Department's refugee resettlement program. The PSI operated successfully from 1988 to 1993, and helped resettle almost 16,000 refugees in an efficient and cost-effective fashion. (A similar program has been operating in Canada since 1978, and has helped resettle nearly 230,000 people.) Please consider sponsoring a resolution to renew this program. Taking in refugees is not only an expression of compassion; it actually makes our nation stronger and safer in the long run, by undercutting radicalization abroad.

Thank you for your consideration and for your dedicated public service.

Justified

I suppose I ought to nuke or redirect this page, since it's no longer being updated with new content, but it serves my purposes to keep it as an archive. There's been a flurry of activity over at my workblog, though, if you're interested in that sort of thing.

Your Annual Reminder

This blog is likely to remain mostly closed for the foreseeable future; however, I am still available by e-mail (see below) and am active on Twitter. You can still find my work occasionally around the Web — especially at Popdose — as well as at my work blog, which should be seeing new infusions of content fairly regularly in the coming New Year.

As you were.

Sacked With References

I don’t update this blog very often anymore, but a few people a week do still visit it — usually when they are searching for something else. I’ve got a widget set up that gives me my site referrals, which are the search terms that lead visitors to this page, and they are a source of constant joy.

You can reach this site, for instance, by typing big billfold that says giants on it into your search engine. You’ll be disappointed to find that this is not an online shopping portal for football-related memorabilia — but you can do it.

Or you can search for Theme to Ironside chords, and somehow end up here. Or for what is a four-letter word for a dry riverbed? (Wash, for the record, or in case this dude is still working on his crossword puzzle, two years later.)

Those, at least, make some kind of sense. But some of you people on the Internet, man, some of you people, and some of the things you search for… you make me wonder, is all.

other words that mean  giant
I think the word you really need to learn is “thesaurus.”

Her eyes were lowered she was breathing heavily. A tendril of hair was bothering her right eye. She was trying to move it but the wind was strong
Don’t stop now! For God’s sake, don’t stop! It’s just getting good!

"feast or famine" marimba
It’s like waiting for a bus with those damned marimbas; nothing for hours, then two or three turn up all at once...

shrek during dinner tab for marimba
See? What did I tell you?

how to play in the guitar-upside down-jack Johnson
Start by getting out of the guitar, then turn yourself right side up. The rest is easy.

Man A man B and man C. Man A gets on a bus followed by man B. Man A gets off at an empty bus stop and walks down a dark alleyway. There man B kills him, cuts off his arm, wr
Wait, I know this one... “What is the bus driver’s name,” right?

Jack and  come back,  can hardly believe that there really is a  up in the . Jack meanly tells  to go check for himself, hoping he will get hurt.  Explains
It’s the Beast, Piggy.

rael  gost  pictuers
Three-word query, three misspellings — we have the trifecta!

www. picture'sof grasshoppers.com
Oh, you’ll have to try a little harder than that.

www.gost are rael.com
What? You again?

are gost rael
Okay — dude, here’s a Pro Tip: The problem with your search string is not the order of the words.

how can i make a ladie giant so she can let me sleep on her tougue
Ah, Internet. Your capacity for both misspelling and perversion never disappoints.
Also, ewwwww.

80's song radio yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh
The saddest thing? I think I know which song they mean.

more lies from the hive mind that seek to deceive
America! Neon lobster telephone!

killer wake in the evening, killer walk outside. When she comes divided, she really comes alive?
Now you’re just creeping me out, guys.

body should stay whole" then the people die
Seriously, man, cut it out.

killer clown girl stone cold lover in the snow covered peaks
Come on guys this isn’t funny any more

fear before the march of flames-the always open mouth
OH MY DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE WHY WON’T YOU LEAVE ME ALOOOONE

I Ain't Dead...

...I ain't in jail, and I'm still married, so I must be doing something right.

That being said: I am going to be devilishly hard to get ahold of for a while. Forget about phoning me for the foreseeable future, and forget any email address you may have on file.

The best way to get vital correspondence, paying propositions, and serious queries to my attention is via [jack dot feerick dot says at gmail dot com].

Idle or fatuous inquiries, as always, will be ignored.

Honey No

I've removed some Honeythief-related content from this blog—the sidebar with the chapter-by-chapter rundown is gone, and I've taken down a bunch of the chapters. This is partly in anticipation of Something Actually Happening with the book, and mostly because I'm just sick of looking at Chapter 62 again every time I click over to this page to hit a link or something.

There are thirty-odd chapters still in the archives, and I may eventually put some up on the workblog (which I really ought to update, I know), but you'll have to dig for them yourself. If you are sincerely put out about this, maybe drop me a line on jack dot feerick dot says at gmail dot com and I'll see what I can do about getting a manuscript copy to you, when such things are ready.

In the meantime, again, you can usually find me on Twitter, often in the process of losing my mind. Thanks for reading.

Hey, y'all.

So I'm rearranging the furniture a little bit. I've started a work blog over here, where the gig diary used to be, to track my new and upcoming projects. For day-to-day blather, I'm pretty active on Twitter, so feel free to say Hi and follow, if you'd like.

Not sure what I'm going to do with this place, to be honest. It's mostly just collecting comment spam for boner pills now; and I've got to wonder how long Google will continue to support the Blogger platform anyway. The model seems, if not actually dead, then certainly dying.

This is the curse of being a consistently late adopter — getting onboard with a service just as it inevitably begins to crumble under the weight of its own limitations. Sometimes I feel like a harbinger of the apocalypse; as soon as I get into something, it goes away.

That's why I'm still not on Facebook — as a mercy to all of you who are. Because I would kill it for sure.

Anyway. Now you know where to find me; I'll see you around, maybe.

Honey Lingers

Taking a skip week for Fiction Friday. Longtime readers (hello, both of you!) may remember that I've been pretty much dumping stuff straight from the longhand notebook into MS Word; but Chapter 55 — currently entitled "The Morning Brigades" — has undergone some offline tweaking, and I'm taking some time out from posting for transcription, reshuffling, and minor surgery to this chapter and the next two (to be called "Iron To Sharpen Iron" and "The Queen's Remedy").

Absent any new writing content, enjoy a couple of fresh mixtapes, both themed, both kind of funny (IMHO) and both featuring some pretty rockin' tunes (IM incredibly subjective and easily-discreditable O).