Confessions of an American Witch

"Attention personal of International Lunar Police Force District House Thirteen, your boss says that the following is a moon map from the 1990s, possibly Dragon Magazine ." Here is a crime scene photo . . . thanks Homer. "Win a date with Homer Milton Dante, the cuddliest astromarine on the moon by solving what this moon map originally looked like before some gamer, a RPGer cut it apart." Looks like it was originally four printed pages . . . if it was a magazine . . . fair bet. Whether it was Dragon  is the question. Between the comic book store, later that Barnes and Noble's newsstand, I brought a lot of non-D&D (Dragons and Dungeons) magazines. Science fiction.  Some Doctor Who   related, so this could be from that strange world.  Or not from a legit press at all, but some artifact from the Small Press/ Amateur Press world. It could be something from one of those old gaming APAs (Amateur Press Associations). But given the print quality, I am guessing legiti...

For those who have been following the Cloud Weather Station Drama, yesterday bird sighting in the Buddha Worship Lounge, was an slightly wounded female magpie. Best chair for keeping an eye out for that evil Hood Cat, Blue. My intent in moving the chairs was to make a clear line of sight between the kitchen window and the Buddha station--in front of which I placed a bowl of water.  Don't judge me, for my mixed pagan magician beliefs and practices. Turns out that the arrangement was bad for human vision. But I was loading the dishwasher, and that might have been more important. Because I want to go write science fiction, and the kitchen being a mess is going to stop the Flow at some point.  I am a Virgo Sun, Cancer Rising, Scorpio Moon, with a Leo Mercury . . . my only Fire.  To say that I am overly "anything" is probably an understatement. It was slightly better when I still had my Demon; I had distance between me and the emotions. Now, I am at the center of the bloody cr...

"Why did you join the Imperial Fleet?" It's a rude question; it will get you punched in the face. "Shut his power-suit off! Shut it off! Shield recruit! Shield!" No one in my science fiction has anger management issues. No one. That nameless no one, being Homer Milton Dante. I hated the name that my mother, Lilith, insisted I called myself by, Emil, because she refused to let my father have the honor of having a Michael James the Third, like she originally promised, the Satanic bitch that she was.  I should not talk bad about my "always was a Christian" mother . . . yet at someplace, you have to question her unseen to quote the Gardnerian Book of Shadows, which I inherited. From her, and my aunt. My exposure to my aunt was astral, so it had to be Mom. Yeah.  My military slavery date was thirteen slash eighteen of October 1983, because the army recruiter was available only certain days. On the thirteen, a Friday that year, I seem to remember, I did a di...