The voices in my head don't think they're imaginary - April 23rd, 2008

Here's my contribution to the annual fun of free fiction. It's me reading a little piece of flash called "Bob's Penis." (Yes, radconbob, this is the story I was going to read at Norwescon ... your curiosity shall finally be appeased!)

I actually recorded it just a couple of days ago because velourmane wanted a sample of my reading voice. And apparently, my huskier-than-normal Suzanne Pleschette baritone didn't scare her off, 'cause she's asked me to be a reader for an upcoming edition of PodCastle. The story she's giving me to read is awesome, a real doozy. I won't reveal any more details than that, but you're all in for a treat.

Anyway, here is Bob's Penis. It's not really "unsafe" for work, but it does have a penis in it that does weird things.

We're done here, cold.

You've been very cute and all, plugging up my ears, playing holy hell with my voice. Very adorable. You've had your fun. Now it's over.

We're going to see the Pho lady.

That's right, I'm not playing with you any more. I'm about to throw some serious shit all up into your grill. The Pho lady is going to make me chicken soup with EXTRA jalapenos and that hot chili oil stuff, and basil, and lime, and you're going to rue the day you ever played me for a chump.

Cold, you're dead to me!

I bid you ... adieu!