When farmer Rick Brown of Maryland was digging up potatoes recently, he discovered something that may set the Disneyfied world on its…ear?
Yes, it would seem that the petrified remains of an ancestor of our own beloved Mickey Mouse have been uncovered in a crude archeological dig in Maryland, USA.
A panel of scientists, scoffing all the way, are seeking access to the treasure, hoping to utilize DNA analysis to verify its origins.
Those in the know, however, are certain that it proves what cynics have suspected all along:
That ol’ Steamboat Willie, angry about the treatment he received from his captain, Peg-Leg Pete, did indeed dishonorably desert ship at first sight of Minnie “Hoochie-Momma” Mouse on the shore.
And all of Mickey’s so-called mirth has been a sad attempt to hide the shame of his ancestor, who may now be known as SpudMick.
And as if that’s not enough—I’m blogging at the CHICAS site today.
Please join us! :-)
In the spirit of the current Olympics, I am rapidly approaching the finish line.
I’m now wrapping up the last freaking part of the last freaking chapter of the last freaking story of the freaking paranormal anthology I’ve been working on. I’m leaning into the tape at over 70k words.
Now, my language here may be misleading. I really like this book very much. It’s not completely traditional.
In other words, yes, there’s the expected HEA, and the loving couples retire to their vine-covered fairy-tale cottages. But there’s something lurking in the ivy that’s not quite right… :-)
What I really hate is what is to come.
Shopping it around. :-/
The pitching, the hoping, the waiting, the sense that you may be doing something wrong without knowing what it is, the sense that you know exactly what you’re doing but nobody’s interested…
Yeah. I hate all that.
But if it’s what you want, and what you’ve been working for, I guess ya gotta go for the Gold.
At least, that’s what I’m trying to tell myself.
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