The Return Of Painting With Shotguns

It’s Monday, and Monday cares little for order. Monday is a child of chaos. Monday is a typhoon. Monday is birdshot. Monday is broken glass. Here, then, is just a crazy slapdash pile of things shoved into a cannon and shot into your midsection. CHOOM. • Bait Dog: An Atlanta Burns Novel is available. Did I tell you that already? I did, I know. Shut up. No, you shut up. No, your blouse is ugly. Pssh. PFFT. Anyway. You can check out the buy links here, and the book will... Read The Rest →

Painting With Shotguns #64

Quicky update today (because I've got to go snowblow our surprisingly long-ass driveway), and for that I drag the ol' Painting With Shotguns blog-mode out of the drawer. Forgive me, I suspect it smells a little like mothballs. And, curiously, like ferret musk. Don't ask questions. Just read.

Painting With Shotguns #63

I know, I know, I said Painting With Shotguns might be going on hiatus. And that could happen at any time. It could drop dead of a heart attack like that -- *snaps fingers.* But c'mon, it was too good to resist. That vampire there? He's holding a shotgun. And it's a painting. Shut up. No, you shut up.

Painting With Shotguns #62

Time once again to stuff a hot steaming load of deviant bloggery into the double-mouthed barrels of a hungry, hungry shotgun. With a pull of the trigger I blow my words through the back of your head and onto the wall behind you. CHOOM. That’s right, nerds. It’s a buckshot blast of Painting With Shotguns.

Painting With Shotguns #61

Time once again to stuff a hot steaming load of deviant bloggery into the double-mouthed barrels of a hungry, hungry shotgun. With a pull of the trigger I blow my words through the back of your head and onto the wall behind you. CHOOM. That’s right, nerds. It’s a buckshot blast of Painting With Shotguns.

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