Today, my mother had me clean out some of the old boxes in the garage – boxes packed full of crap from my early days. Well, mostly crap. But a few gems as well…

Don’t suppose mom also has an equally obsolete computer to read these?

A bag o’ dice! And not just your standard issue run-of-the-mill six sided dice either.

Happy memories of my days on the Enterprise.

A suitcase full of my old writing including the Irwin Allen-esque disaster novel, Hurricane, written when I was twelve. Enjoy the excerpt.
Drawing was never my forte – but clearly not for lack of imagination.

My sexy grade 7 scrapbook. Loni Anderson, of course.

Sexy grade 7 scrapbook, next page. I clearly had a thing for lustrous hair. And…is that Charo?

Elaborate Dungeons & Dragons map. Try finding your way out of this one, adventurers!

My first professional rejection. I didn’t take it too hard. I was only twelve.

Some of my old favorites.

Hey! It’s a copy of the Twin Peaks Gazette!
D&D modules! THESE take me back.
While other second graders were drawing animals and space ships, I was drawing cigars, pipes, and ashtrays. WTF?
Now this is a little more impressive. It’s a spaceship, right? Right?
Ooooh. Lava!
What does the secret SHADOW folder hold? Why, a file codenamed Project Nostradamus. I can’t say more. Very top secret.
Terrible? Come on, he wasn’t that bad!
Signed by the Dark Lord of Sith himself.
Creeped out by clowns? You have good reason!
Proof that time travel is possible? A little something my present self apparently obviously left my past self.
Obviously, I was a big fan of the horror genre.
Not mine, but I include it because it so damn fascinating. The six-banana Friday is a veritable feast!
Homeward bound tomorrow – and we resume our Stargate: Atlantis rewatch with…Underground!
Hey, have you cast your vote yet for our April Book of the Month Club?




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