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Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.

Infidel dog

This morning, with a high of seventy degrees in the forecast, amazing for a November in Chicago, I drove the dog to Warren Park. That's where we go for a special treat instead of our usual neighborhood walk, because the... read

Smoke

I make it my general practice not to drink and write. At least, I try not to drink when writing fiction, where the prose should be clear and lucid as water, even as it refracts the light. But poetry's a... read

Almost fall

Squirrels chasing each Other up and around trees Like on Benny Hill ... read

Immortality

I have no illusions of immortality Or do I? The way I shovel known poisons into my mouth Shout motherfucker at drivers who cut me off The way I still haven't put up the smoke alarms, two years later The... read

Hacking reality

Back in June, during the week I attended the Starry Heaven workshop in Flagstaff, organizer extraordinaire Sarah K. Castle put together a little panel discussion on the interactions between science fiction and actual science. Titled "Science + Fantasy = Science... read

Beware of dog

Earlier from the second-story deck I caught a glimpse of the gate slamming shut as Ella chased someone out of the yard. Her wild barking was what had summoned me. The thunk of something landing solidly on the wooden deck... read

New short story online

Batter up! My pulpy new short story, "The Visitors at Wriggly Field," is now online as part of the Pulps series at ChicagoIn2012.org. It's probably my first sports story, and may well be my last, so I hope you enjoy... read

Little Brother

This theater review was originally published online at Science Fiction Weekly, June 15, 2009. Chicago theatergoers with a taste for technogeekery and a passion for politics are in luck this summer. The Griffin Theatre Company (www.griffintheatre.com) is currently staging an... read

Quorum of the Twelve Apostates

I have my breakfast stop to thank for another little gem this morning. The 31-year-old father at the booth next to mine (I know his age because it came up in his conversation) was summarizing news stories from the Sun-Times... read

My Name Is Bruce

B-movie legend Bruce Campbell gives himself the schlock treatment in an homage to low-budget horror flicks. read