The Return of Puck

It's always a pleasure to hear from old pals who have been out of touch--especially when they bear glad tidings.

Brian Clark--author, editor and publisher extraordinaire, who was so instrumental in getting my novel CIPHERS into print--has contacted me after a period of relative quiet to inform me that he's re-launching PUCK magazine.

Three cheers!

Read all about it here:

http://www.briancharlesclark.com/about/

Silver Age Kink



Did Ed Wood script this? Well may you ask....

But I'll never tell!

Especially since I don't have the source readily to hand anymore.

Extra points to anyone who can provide the title and issue number for this.

Developments in Needle-Free Drug Delivery

Sometime in the 23rd century, an ailing crewmember is rushed into the sickbay of the USS Enterprise, where crotchety but competent Dr. McCoy stands ready to treat him. A quick diagnosis via non-invasive tricorder, and the future physician knows just what treatment is needed. The required drug is administered swiftly and painlessly without ever breaking the patient's skin, thanks to McCoy's off-the-shelf "hypospray" gadget.

http://contractpharma.com/articles/2007/01/developments-in-needlefree-drug-delivery

WikiWorld

Russ Reynolds, that's me. You probably remember my name from when I ran the country for three days. Wasn't that a wild time? I'm sorry I started a trade war with several countries around the globe. I bet you're all grateful things didn't ramp up to the shooting stage. I know I am. And the UWA came out ahead in the end, right? No harm, no foul. Thanks for being so understanding and forgiving. I assure you that my motives throughout the whole affair, although somewhat selfish, were not ignoble. And now that things have quieted down, I figured people would be calm enough to want to listen to the whole story behind those frighteningly exciting events.

http://www.pyrsf.com/chapters/WikiWorld.htm

This is a sample of Fast Forward 1, an anthology of future fiction in an accelerated age, edited by Lou Anders.

Comments from Cory Doctorow.

Homecoming

In 2002, in the freelancer’s eternal quest for a plum assignment that combines good pay and high visibility, I thought I had struck gold. The legitimate representative of a major Hollywood franchise (which shall remain nameless here, to avoid any legal hassles; suffice it to say that their films are best noted for certain Phildickian qualities involving which pill leads to reality) asked me to produce a comics script set in their universe, to be illustrated by any major artist I chose and to appear on their website. Eagerly, I immediately wrote the script, without ever signing a contract. Can you guess the rest?

http://pauldifilippo.com/homecoming.pdf

Pulp Alibis

Sherrif Fuhrman swung his massive hairy fist into the gut of the unsuspecting tramp -- some bottled-blonde nancy-boy he had picked up for vagrancy -- and felt it connect with the man’s backbone. Stepping back with a neat practiced motion to avoid the spew of vomit from the unshaven hobo, Fuhrman began to laugh. "Told ya that cheap wine wouldn’t agree with ya, Kato old son!" Leaving the crippled bum to wallow in his own filth, Fuhrman swung shut the cell door, twisted the key in the lock, and moved across the tiny jailhouse to his desk. Seated with his booted feet up, a pint of whiskey opened for chugging, he ran through some pleasant options for how to spend the rest of his day.

http://pauldifilippo.com/pulp_alibis.pdf