It’s the Dog of the Bride of Frankenscalzi!

Okay, now things are just getting silly.

By John Scalzi

I enjoy pie.

25 replies on “It’s the Dog of the Bride of Frankenscalzi!”

Sorry, not enough. I really would like to see the Rabbit of Frankenscalzi! The Bacon of Frankenscalzi is good too – it already has that stripey thing going after all.

Kevin Williams:
This day won’t be complete unless there’s a pic of Ghlaghghee with that wig.

…and The ER Visit of Multiple Puncture and Abrasion Wounds of Frankenscalzi.

There are some things you don’t try with cats (though, Ghlaghghee might be patient enough to get away with one quick photo; I neither would try nor recommend this with someone else’s cats…).

Now if you want to take some pictures of the
fascinating witches who put the scintilating stitches in
the breeches of the boys who put the powder on the
noses on the faces of the ladies of the harem of the
dog of the Bride of Frankenscalzi

…you’re too late! Because it’s November

Emos wrote:
Yikes that wereskunk-badger-something or another cranial parasite thingy has jumped across species lines! The Earth is doomed…doomed I say!

Were I not teaching one course, tele-attending another 2-week one in Vienna on nuclear proliferation, preparing for a conference presentation, and holding down $DAYJOB, I would take that premise and write a Nanowrimo novel along those lines.

Where else for it to start, but subverting our speculative fiction king, and then working its way to the true masters?

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