The Seanachai - Patrick E. McLean

The true story of an inconvenient episode.

So I heard that the Eskimo have fourteen different words to describe snow. Seemed like this was worth looking into.

They were lurking right under my nose.

The worst monsters are the ones who believe they have your best interest at heart.

Everybody knows that Vampires can’t die. So why am I surprised that he’s back?

In this case, the past genuinely is prologue.

It’s my new favorite holiday.

How do you rob the safest bank in the world?

Working myself up to a frenzy writing many, many Seanachai episodes.

A little advice for my little nephew.

Am I throwing a wooden shoe in my own works?

The classic essay by George Orwell.

In which we learn of the elusive pilemongrulous chompficampherous.

Is technology really my friend? Or is it just pretending to be my friend so it can date my sister.

In which, pinball might help us get a handle on a complicated subject.

In which Democracy is vindicated and our story concludes. With PG Holyfield and Tee Morris

In which the plot thickens, the story continues and the margaritas blend. Featuring P.G. Holyfield and Tee Morris

The darkest day of the year.

In which the plot thickens, Tee Morris joins the story as Flinchy, and the scintillating P.G. Holyfield endures. Gracious guest appearance by Liza Holyfield.

A strange golf-related saga begins. Featuring the dead-pan artistry of P. G. Holyfield of Murder at Avedon Hill.

It’s that most Turkey-filled time of the year.

In which epithets are hurled at me from a powerchair.

The poor man had been over-run. By gibberish.

And soon the craziness will be behind us.

This year Halloween just isn’t that scary.

My new filing cabinet is mocking me.

Everything has a beginning. But there are precious few re-beginnings.

Let this serve as notice. The Seanachai returns in a big way on October 15th.

The foundation for your trust.

I’m taking care of my parents dog. She’s 98 years old, and consequently, a little set in her ways.

Love is weird.

What happened? Where did two months go? And where’s my decongestant?

Complete with beef jerky and those odd stories that only come out when you spend a lot of time in a car.

I go looking for an analogy and discover a very moving story.

The inexplicable march of El Justiador marches on.

This is qualifies as prequel territory. As the characters have been evolving (and as I’ve been developing ‘Evil for television) I have discovered that the sweet spot of the story is Edwin as a consultant. There’s just no end of fun to be had pitting him against inane villian after inane villian.

A chance to have a radio show on public radio? Geeze, wonder if that’s a good match?

If you agree with a nut, does that make you a nut?

What on earth am I doing waking up at 5:00 am?

Happy St. Valentine’s Day. No, not that Valentine. The other one.

The often overlooked power of comedy

Topper takes Control.

How could you forget Ulan Bator – 1965? (a tip of the hat to Michael Stackpole and Mykel [last name unknown] for the conversation that led to this episode.)

Edwin settles the accounts and slips away.

Maybe current events are nothing more than ancient events with better TV coverage?

The Chinatown Death Cloud Peril, and, after much ado, a t-shirt for sale.

Edwin makes a deal with the VP.

All they want to do is eat your brains. They’re not unreasonable. (featuring songs by Jonathan Coulton and The Flavor Foundation)

Cheaper even than hiring illegal aliens. The music in this episode is by The Flavor Foundation.

Copernicus was wrong.