Thursday, September 25, 2025
Saturday, September 13, 2025
Saturday, August 30, 2025
Wednesday, August 27, 2025
[Poem] Reality Check
By Emmit Other
Do you pay your taxes?
Well if someone threatened your life if you didn't
Would you?
What if they came into your home
And LIVED THERE?
Blue State Americans are Still Americans
And yes
The military can KILL all of us
But it can't
And won't
WORK
If you enslave the blue states
And there is more population
And more money
The US Military
Even if it cooperates
NEEDS MONEY
Money it WILL NOT GET
If the blue states revolt
The red states
(Except Texas and Floriduh)
CANNOT FUNCTION
without the blue
Saturday, August 23, 2025
Saturday, August 16, 2025
The Queen In Blue
Zero Vs One The podcast is waiting until October to do the five stanzas of I, Hastur for the Halloween season. After which, look forward to me reading Harmonia Mundi from Water and Glass. Then I will do The Greatest Potato Ever Told; the Ultimate Lord Potato Christmas Special. This will give me time to finish The King Is Dead which I will read next.
There may be a kickstarter for the final book and story of the Queen in Blue.
Meanwhile here is a poem.
Saturday, August 9, 2025
The Queen in Blue - The Case of the Quotidian Man
In this latest installment from the “5th Letter from Rhombus Ticks to E.P. Blingermeyer” series, detective Quiescence Prow — a rationalist legend who has debunked the paranormal for decades — stumbles into something he can’t dismiss: real magic. It begins with a spitting cuckoo clock in a retro bowling alley, a snake-skinned man visible only in mirrors, and a masked woman under some unseen compulsion.
Prow’s methodical tests confirm the impossible. The “Quotidian Man” is a magical predator who uses a cursed mask to feed off his wife’s despair, while keeping her powerless to prove his infidelity. Against his own rules, Prow intervenes — unmasking a victim and setting off a quiet war. Months later, he finds the ex-wife in ruin, offers her a strange form of rescue involving cash, occult cleansings, and patient listening, and helps her rebuild her life from the ground up.
Along the way, coincidences begin stacking like fate itself is tipping the scales. The mask is sealed away deep underground. The Quotidian is framed just enough to keep him locked up. And Prow — still unwilling to call it magic — ensures no one else will ever suffer from it again.
This is a noir-fantasy collision: part private-eye grit, part moral fable, part supernatural cold war. The case ends without glory, but with just enough justice to matter.