My Blogger stats indicate that Lunar Skeletons steadily gets very few hits per day, some from Google but mostly from various spamdexers. A few people stop by, probably more by accident than intent. But however you were directed here, I want to thank everybody for visiting.
Do check back once in a while. Although in a somniculous state, Lunar Skeletons is not totally defunct. Occasionally I get a strange bee in my bonnet, and I add something new to the archive. Whether it is worthwhile to read is a debatable question that civilized people might disagree about. Meanwhile, they can search through the archives for all the other profound or ridiculous things I have written. If you have any questions, please be sure to read the FAQ.
For some reason, my strange short story about St. Alison Kaylee has gotten a lot of attention, by which I mean that it tends to get almost more hits than anything else, according to my blog statistics. But how did this story get started? Well, several years ago, may wife and I were vacationing in Tolovana, Oregon, over on the coast. But our luck had it that year where it rained most of the time, and so we were stuck indoors. Not having much else to do, I just started writing out this hagiographic short story in a notebook. Later, I refined it a little and added some of my drawings I had made during the time there.
On another note, when I wrote the Bloke Katzbalger Thesis, over four years ago, I never imagined just how prophetic it would turn out, especially when I said:
… there are hundreds of Katzbalgers, sprouting up like dandelions in your lawn. … Bloke Katzbalger is the wave of the future.After doing some research on a matter, I became very amazed at the proliferation of "discernment ministries" on the Internet. I guess everybody wants to get in on the act. It has gone out of control and beyond what I originally guessed years ago. And for sure, the one thing they have in common is their often cluttered and poor web design.