Showing posts with label contemporary life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label contemporary life. Show all posts

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Behind The Mask

Do I ever think about extraterrestrials in real life? You bet I do. I think about them all the time. But the Hollywood cutie-pie and harmless versions (like this one) never cross my mind because I really doubt if they exist. What's really out there is less comical and more diabolical. I think about and write about what might go on behind the mask of real, everyday life and what probably does.

I write about extraterrestrials all the time, too. In my blogs I often use them to deliver comedy and light-hearted entertainment (click on pic for example) but in my sci-fi thrillers I do a lot more. In my novels I show a more sinister side of the extraterrestrial phenomenon. A sample of otherworldy power and unbridled ambition that I actually tasted in real life, as a boy. That's right, I'm talking about extraterrestrial influences in my life, including abduction and medical experimentation. But the extraterrestrial interference that bothers me the most is the manipulation of life events for social and biological experimentation. You got it. The big picture.

That's right. I write about Earth as one of the biggest experimental laboratories in the Milky Way Galaxy. Maybe the biggest. And right again, based not only on my own childhood experiences, but on my continued observations of not only my own life but life on Earth in general. It's not easy to live your life while observing it at the same time.

But that's what I do. And I've been doing it all my life.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Parallel Universe, USA

There's at least one parallel universe that I know about because I've lived in it most of my life and still do. I enter it through a hideous black hole every time I wake up in the morning.

It's an unrealistic realm where no one reads a book unless they see an ad for it on TV, a place where learning ends on high school graduation night and Madison Avenue tutors the young who have been nursed on fairy tales about happy consumers living in sit-com houses.

Nothing goes "bump in the night" in this parallel universe because all the bogeymen carry cell phones and PDA's and MP3 players and you can spot them coming a mile away.