Episode #39 of Strained Brains is UP!

ArTharglePargle McGooberBits!  Episode #39 of Strained Brains Podcast is UP!  This is part 1 of 3 where me and Burt Murdock—an “elite” military guy, and the fellow who introduced me to psychedelics (fictionally, of course)—run our ignorant suck-holes about people we hate!  Give it a listen by following the links on this page:  Strained Brains Podcast.

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Musings

One of the best ways to bring people together (and inoculate them against pain and discomfort) is to imbue their minds with a sense of meaning.

You don’t need a lot of resources to pull this off; you can simply do the best you can with what you have.  By consistently striving to do the best you can with what you have (which includes examining mistakes and adjusting accordingly), you will—by default—demonstrate discipline, strategy, and the perennial qualities endorsed by societal luminaries.  Over the course of time, you will maximize your chances of success, and subsequently, maximize the odds you will inspire someone else.  You’ll be able to build off smaller successes, and springboard onto large ones.

It all starts with doing the best you can with what you have, regardless of who takes notice.  Life is already hard, so why—over the long-term—make it any harder than it has to be?  Do the best you can with what you have.

Musings, Volume 1, available on Amazon Kindle:  Musings, Volume 1

Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

Where the fuck did I put my sandals?  I took em off so I could get on that stupid-ass waterslide, but now I have no idea where they are…

I look around my boss’s yard, scanning for my beloved Crocs.  Nothing.  Nada.

Fucking stupid-ass party…he made his son’s birthday party into a mandatory event, because the paste-eating booger-picker has exactly three and a half friends (apparently, a stuffed animal counts as half a friend in his eight-year old brain).  Yeah I know—you can’t “force” employees to attend your kid’s birthday party by threatening to fire them, but you can load em up with a shitload of work, and dial the passive-aggressive cuntiness up by a factor of 11.  My boss, like a lot of bosses, is a fucking master at it.

Oh, there they are—by the birthday cake table.  I breathe a relieved sigh, but just as I step into the right Croc, one of the kids flashes by and throws something into my sandal.

SQUIIIIISHHHHH.

My heel lowers down, smushing a fresh turd into the rubberized grid.  Kid poop oozes across my sole, pushing between my toes like evil playdoh.

I level a shaking finger at the diminutive perpetrator (surprise, surprise, it’s my boss’s son Hayden_ and yell, “You vile piece of FUCK!  Where the FUCK do you get off, throwing shit into a stranger’s—”

The music cuts off.  Everyone is staring at me.  My boss crosses his arms and gives me a long, stony glare.

“But…but…he threw poop in my…” I try to plead my case with a series of frustrated gestures, like Larry David trying to explain himself right after he’s just fucked the pooch.

It gets me nowhere.  My boss reaches in his pocket, unscrews a bottle of pills, and shakes a few of them into his palm.  “You’ll pay for your insolence, Kent.”  Then he throws them into the air and yells, “BRING ME HIS LIVER!”

Hayden and his friends leap into the air, snapping dozens of adderall down in less than a second.  They hit the ground running, snarling and hissing as they charge toward me on all fours.

Holy FUCKLES!

I run into my car, gun the engine, and peel into the street.  A moment later I’m tearing through the San Francisco suburbs, my little Nissan roaring and screeching.  I glance at the rearview and my heart drops into my stomach—the adderall-powered kids are tearing up architecture left and right, ripping through lawns and fences like meth’d up versions of Looney Tunes Tas.  SHIT!

The speedometer creeps past a hundred.  Yank the wheel to the right, work the e-brake and ease into a drift, and then I’m rocketing down another street.  The kids are gaining.  My eyes widen as they whirl and slice through an unsuspecting dogwalker; one moment I’m looking at a flesh-and-blood human being, and then a moment later, he’s reduced to a bleached pile of bones.  Holy Mary Mother of CHRIST!

No options left.  I open my eReader to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers.  Magic flash.

A ghost pepper burrito appears in my lap.  Game on, fuckers.

I reach down and jam it into my mouth, my eyes bulging as if I was fellating Dwayne Johnson’s roided up fist.  A quick, pained squinch as it goes down my throat, and then my ass is primed and ready.

I roll down the window, yank down my pants, and monkey-crouch on the driver’s seat so I can keep steering while I stick my cheeks out into the wind.

“NOW IS THE WINTER OF MY DISCONTENT!”

And with that war-cry, I relax my sphincter.  The ghost pepper burrito does what it’s supposed to; it blows out my ass and transforms into a sickly green whirlwind filled with tentacled horrors and chitinous monsters.  Glimmer-eyed skulls laugh and howl as they spin round and round along the edges of the unholy cyclone, filling the air with a booming, “OOH HOO HA HA!  OOH HOO HOO—AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”

The adderall-powered tykes are caught in the hurricane’s gyre, yowling like dying hyenas who’re getting buttfucked.  I sit back down and keep driving, blubbering and sobbing in abject relief.

Adderall-powered kids—holy FUCK that was close!  But as always…

Kent Wayne escapes again!  Ha HA!

😀

 

Has some disrespectful rugrat thrown a steaming piece of poop into your beloved right sandal?  Never fear!  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle  Vol. 3 on Kindle here:  Vol. 3 on Kindle  Vol.4 on Kindle here:  Vol. 4 on Kindle  Echo Omnibus here:  Echo Omnibus  Echo Vol. 1 & 2 Combined Edition here:  Combined Edition  Musings, Volume 1 is available here:  Musings, Volume 1  If you wanna hear me babble on about anything and everything, and strain my FREAKIN’ BRAIN, then here’s a link to my podcast:  Strained Brains!  It is on iTunes, Stitcher, Spotify, and Google Play!  Please give it a listen and a five-star review!  Here’s the miscellaneous gear that I use to try and become an uber-human:  Optimization, and last but not least, my buddy Jumar Balacy has made a supercool microsite at kentwaynebrain.com!  Go check out his computer-based wizardry  🙂 🙂 😀

Hold on!  I just got approved to be an Amazon affiliate!  If you’re going to buy ANY product from Amazon, and you’d like to support my efforts for absolutely free, then simply click on one of the Echo links I’ve provided—they’ll send you to Echo’s Amazon page—and THEN buy whatever product you wish.  Amazon gives me a small referral fee each time this happens!  In this manner you can support my books, musings, podcast, zany ads, or my adventures along the noble path known as The Way of The Man Child WITHOUT spending any more money than you were already going to!  Should you do this, I vow to send you a silent blessing, causing your genitals to adopt the optimum size, shape, smell, and death-ray attachment of choice that paralyzes your enemies with fear and envy!  Entire worlds will bow before your nether parts!  😲💪 😜

Thank You Recent Echo Readers!!!

GerDabberSnack LahBollyWoggles!  BIG Thanks to those folks who were reading Echo on Kindle Unlimited yesterday!  Whoever you people are…Thank You So Much!!!  🙂 🙂 😀

Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle  Vol. 3 on Kindle here:  Vol. 3 on Kindle  Vol.4 on Kindle here:  Vol. 4 on Kindle  Echo Omnibus here:  Echo Omnibus  Echo Vol. 1 & 2 Combined Edition here:  Combined Edition  Musings, Volume 1 is available here:  Musings, Volume 1  If you wanna hear me babble on about anything and everything, and strain my FREAKIN’ BRAIN, then here’s a link to my podcast:  Strained Brains!  It is on iTunes, Stitcher, Spotify, and Google Play!  Please give it a listen and a five-star review!  Here’s the miscellaneous gear that I use to try and become an uber-human:  Optimization, and last but not least, my buddy Jumar Balacy has made a supercool microsite at kentwaynebrain.com!  Go check out his computer-based wizardry  🙂 🙂 😀

Hold on!  I just got approved to be an Amazon affiliate!  If you’re going to buy ANY product from Amazon, and you’d like to support my efforts for absolutely free, then simply click on one of the Echo links I’ve provided—they’ll send you to Echo’s Amazon page—and THEN buy whatever product you wish.  Amazon gives me a small referral fee each time this happens!  In this manner you can support my books, musings, podcast, zany ads, or my adventures along the noble path known as The Way of The Man Child WITHOUT spending any more money than you were already going to!  Should you do this, I vow to send you a silent blessing, causing your genitals to adopt the optimum size, shape, smell, and death-ray attachment of choice that paralyzes your enemies with fear and envy!  Entire worlds will bow before your nether parts!  😲💪 😜

The Weekly Update: Echo, Kor’Thank, Musings Volume 2, and the Strained Brains Podcast

Kor’Thank word count:  62,160 Musings, Volume 2:  Musing 399 (out of 700; Musings Volume 2 is musings 350-700), first pass (out of 4).  Thanks to All Who Bought Echo, Musings, or downloaded my podcast!  And BIG THANKS to those who posted positive reviews on Amazon or Goodreads!!!

News:  I’m still grinding along on all fronts, only a helluva lot slower.  Why?  The JOB SEARCH!  The job search has begun in earnest, and holy crap, is it complicated.  Basically, you gotta tailor a resume to get past the robots who scan it, then have it interesting enough for people to glance at it and grant you an interview, then do well at the interview.  But hey, that’s how things work, so if I want to work, then I gotta figure out how things work so I can get back to work.

That’s it for now!  If you’re a writer, I wish you inspired drafting and insightful editing!!!  🙂 🙂 😀

 

Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle  Vol. 3 on Kindle here:  Vol. 3 on Kindle  Vol.4 on Kindle here:  Vol. 4 on Kindle  Echo Omnibus here:  Echo Omnibus  Echo Vol. 1 & 2 Combined Edition here:  Combined Edition  Musings, Volume 1 is available here:  Musings, Volume 1  If you wanna hear me babble on about anything and everything, and strain my FREAKIN’ BRAIN, then here’s a link to my podcast:  Strained Brains!  It is on iTunes, Stitcher, Spotify, and Google Play!  Please give it a listen and a five-star review!  Here’s the miscellaneous gear that I use to try and become an uber-human:  Optimization, and last but not least, my buddy Jumar Balacy has made a supercool microsite at kentwaynebrain.com!  Go check out his computer-based wizardry  🙂 🙂 😀

Hold on!  I just got approved to be an Amazon affiliate!  If you’re going to buy ANY product from Amazon, and you’d like to support my efforts for absolutely free, then simply click on one of the Echo links I’ve provided—they’ll send you to Echo’s Amazon page—and THEN buy whatever product you wish.  Amazon gives me a small referral fee each time this happens!  In this manner you can support my books, musings, podcast, zany ads, or my adventures along the noble path known as The Way of The Man Child WITHOUT spending any more money than you were already going to!  Should you do this, I vow to send you a silent blessing, causing your genitals to adopt the optimum size, shape, smell, and death-ray attachment of choice that paralyzes your enemies with fear and envy!  Entire worlds will bow before your nether parts!  😲💪 😜

Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

Whoa…did I eat too many magic mushrooms or something?  This is…this is…

I look around in dazed wonder, gaping at the ethereal columns of streaming iridescence, and the translucent haze beneath my feet.  It’s bowing slightly from the weight of my body, ringing my shoes with inward-dipping lines of distorted air.  Phantasmagoric creatures drift languidly by; they look like alien manta rays, or extradimensional jelly fish.

“Approach, Kent Wayne.”  A disembodied voice rings through my skull; it sounds like an electronic harp combined with an angelic choir.

“Um…okay.”  I start walking, moving across a makeshift path bounded by the columns of iridescence.  When I draw abreast of one, it dematerializes into a cloud of dancing motes.

Wow…so COOL…

I walk past scores of columns, causing them all to break into radiant fragments.  Eventually, I find myself standing before a throne.  Sitting upon it is a tall, beautiful lady who appears to be made of flashing rainbow.  It purls and slides across her skin, like a spectrum of color caught in an oil slick.

“I have something for you.”  She holds up a bowl filled with shimmering star-shine—light made liquid.

“What is it?”  I walk up the stairs leading to her throne.

“It’s Beauty, Kent—pure Beauty.  Drink deeply…you deserve it, for perpetuating novelty with each keystroke.  You’ve been writing stories for so long…you deserve a reward.”

I stop before her and take the bowl.  I lift it to my face, close my eyes, and inhale its scent.  My God…

“It smells like Pretty,” I murmur, opening my eyes.

She gives me a wide, luminescent smile.  “Drink, Kent.”

I take the first gulp, and my mouth starts burning.  I drop to my knees, clutching my belly, and the bowl clatters from my grasp.  Oh fuck…it tastes like unwashed assholes…

“What…what…”  I can’t speak; I’m coughing too hard.

The lady on the throne begins shifting and changing.  Fuck me in the goat-ass:  it’s Grammar Nazi Prime.

He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, momentarily concealing his beady little pupils with a flash of light off the flats of his lenses.  A malevolent smile widens his chinless, testosterone-free face.

“How does it taste, Kent?  A red-ink brew, made specifically for you.”

“Red…ink?”  I gaze at the contents of the bowl I just drank from, now scattered across the floor.

It wasn’t Beauty.  FUCK.

It’s essay correction ink.  Red as the balls on a ninth-ring demon.

“You…you…”  My  vision starts hazing.  I collapse onto my side, gasping in shuddering, wheezing hitches.  Through the blur of my tears, I can see him smiling.

I’m about to die.  So I reach in my pocket and open my eReader to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers.  Magic flash.

KRACKA-FUCKING-THOOM!

Soccer Mom Prime materializes in a blast of swirling blue halos, hovering a few inches above the ground.  She throws her head back; the joy of her physical emergence shows in her semi-orgasmic expression—in the barely audible moan that escapes her lips.

Her form solidifies.  Long, sleek hair dances around her shoulders, set aflutter by the intensity of her arrival.  A gleam runs across her Elven-steampunk armor, locking it firmly into place with blinding twinkles.  She glances at me, raises her hand, and utters a single, resonant phrase:

“As you were, Man Whore.”

Magic swirls out from her open palm, weaving and lashing into brilliant tendrils.  They surround me in a network of elegant, sweeping slashes.  In a few seconds…

Holy Shamoley!  I’m CURED!

SMP assesses me with a flick of her eyes, nods, then strides toward Grammar Nazi Prime.

“No!”  His eyes widen.  “Stay BACK!”

“You who would suppress the creative impulse, the sacred grace that is woven through our being…”  Her voice rises in pitch, shaking the aether with its sonorous boom.  “You who would persecute the Conduit known as Kent, and deprive the world of his ineffable genitals, the three-time award winning Cock of Legend…”

“Stay back!” he howls.  “STAY BACK!”

“I.  CAST.  YOU.  OUT!”  She crosses both arms to her chest, then leans forward and slashes them out to either side.  An undulant, glowing wave erupts from the gesture and ripples toward the Grammar Nazi.  When it makes contact, he flies apart into an ugly mess of red-and-black twists.  Before he disappears, he manages an anguished, protracted cry:

“NOOOOOOOooooooo…..”

And then he’s gone.  There’s a long, hanging silence.

“Uh…so what next?” I ask SMP.

She crosses her arms and rolls her eyes.  “Come on Kent—I didn’t save the ‘Cock of Legend’ just for kicks.  Unzip your pants—lemme see that sausage.”

You can imagine the rest.  Needless to say, the Cock of Legend had a grand old time.

😀

 

Have you been fooled into drinking the disgusting essence of nitnoy Grammar?  Never fear!  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle  Vol. 3 on Kindle here:  Vol. 3 on Kindle  Vol.4 on Kindle here:  Vol. 4 on Kindle  Echo Omnibus here:  Echo Omnibus  Echo Vol. 1 & 2 Combined Edition here:  Combined Edition  Musings, Volume 1 is available here:  Musings, Volume 1  If you wanna hear me babble on about anything and everything, and strain my FREAKIN’ BRAIN, then here’s a link to my podcast:  Strained Brains!  It is on iTunes, Stitcher, Spotify, and Google Play!  Please give it a listen and a five-star review!  Here’s the miscellaneous gear that I use to try and become an uber-human:  Optimization, and last but not least, my buddy Jumar Balacy has made a supercool microsite at kentwaynebrain.com!  Go check out his computer-based wizardry  🙂 🙂 😀

Hold on!  I just got approved to be an Amazon affiliate!  If you’re going to buy ANY product from Amazon, and you’d like to support my efforts for absolutely free, then simply click on one of the Echo links I’ve provided—they’ll send you to Echo’s Amazon page—and THEN buy whatever product you wish.  Amazon gives me a small referral fee each time this happens!  In this manner you can support my books, musings, podcast, zany ads, or my adventures along the noble path known as The Way of The Man Child WITHOUT spending any more money than you were already going to!  Should you do this, I vow to send you a silent blessing, causing your genitals to adopt the optimum size, shape, smell, and death-ray attachment of choice that paralyzes your enemies with fear and envy!  Entire worlds will bow before your nether parts!  😲💪 😜

Musings

Humans have evolved to indulge in immediate gratification and it makes perfect sense; those base instincts once encouraged our survival.  They have driven our evolution.

But in order to keep evolving, in order to keep surviving, it is essential to reign in our desire for immediate gratification.  It is essential to play the long game.

As always, discipline and strategy are of the utmost importance.   

Musings, Volume 1, available on Amazon Kindle:  Musings, Volume 1