Tag: Wendy’s

We Don’t Want People, We Want Machines

It is my forty-third birthday today, and this year I am dedicating my annual birthday story, written from the POV of a character who shares the same birthday, to the man called Buffalo Dave. Buffalo Dave, wherever you are, this story won’t make you famous, but I hope […]

Oh, the Cleverness

Yesterday, during a characteristically hectic day at work, I forced myself to escape for 30 precious minutes to indulge in some trans-fat sustenance and a little word swapping with the Good Lord: I shouldn’t be here. It’s been busy at work, and we’re down a man. I’m breaking […]