Tome

I’m autistic. By now, I would hope that most everyone reading this would take this statement as more or less automatic. “I hear you, bird,” I can already imagine some of you saying. “You’ve told us this.” I have, yes. What I haven’t told you is what that really means, at least for me. Which […]

Socialism

Some time back, when I was discussing postfurry, I started a conversation about postmodernism by jumping all the way back to the Industrial Revolution. I mentioned how, in Ye Olde Days, when people wanted things, they had to make them, or they had to find people and pay them to make them. I mentioned how […]

Postfurry 103: The Prestige

What happened to the humans? What happened to all those boring humans Thinking at probably a top speed of one thought per moment Or the aliens that donated genetic material to the animals in order to create the society of creatures that we are And thus explains our fascination for robots and drugs, because we’ve […]

Postfurry 102: The Turn

How do the little rubberdrones Improve their glistening shine, And fill themselves with tentacles And lead-sweet squid-ink wine. How blankly do they smile as one, How slickly glide their paws, And mutely serve in multitude, With joy their only cause. — with apologies to Rev. Dodgson and Mr. Watts In part one of the series, […]