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HNMNBM Book One

His/Her Name Must Not Be Mentioned, (HNMNBM) is a science fiction novel in development. Most of the posts are drafts that are later incorporated into the appropriate chapters. Almost all of the artwork is the result of Powerpoint, and/or found images usually run through the Deep Dream Generator. The images supplement the words to describe my vision for various scenes.

6.10.21

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October 13, 2017

Date on the wooden horse in Blade Runner, should try to have some fun with that.

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A piece of the action

September 24, 2019

Guy asked, "Now that you are selling Curvaceous Coffee what will you do with the money? Wanna go on a cruise?" Wonk looked up amused, "I'm working on Key Performance Indicators, (KPIs) for a Micro Hotel. Remember the place we stayed overnight to be ready for razor clamming in Pacific Beach." "Yeah, sort of, Guy replied, the Nautical Inn or some such." "Clipper Inn, Traveler suggested I buy it. He is even willing to front the money, for interest in return of course. I'll run it. In return, I get a share of the profits, if I can pay the loan back, I own the hotel in 7 years. 600k loan, 15% simple interest 7 year payback, (84 payments). The corporation has 1500 shares at a price based on a value of $650 each, ($972,556.44/84). If I can't buy them all back in that time, the value is recomputed for the 85th payment." "Traveler gets 15% return on his money over 7 years, but you could end up with a hotel in Pacific Beach? S...

HNMNBM Party

August 31, 2018

Wonk said, may I ask your gorgeousness a question, what is with the HNMNBM sticker on your Polaris? What does HNMNBM mean? Where do they come from, who is behind it, earnestness bouncing off the walls of the lodge, courtesy of the frenetic young man. So far, all I know is you and Gloria are associated with it and you are both very interesting people. He rolled the "r" in very to accent the word. Yolanda smiled between half closed eyes, shrugged. I was at a party, invitation only, they were sitting on a table; I grabbed one. Nobody there really needed an indoctrination, we were there because we could see our country spiraling down into a strongman government at full tilt; just didn’t have a label for us. The political power in our country was concentrated on a shrinking ruling class that was fully aware dinner was almost over and someone was going to get stuck with the check. The were caught up in the #ME movement, grabbing money fast as possible, bu...

D Dad, why did you name me Wonk? 1.7

November 28, 2017

Clarissa was in the kitchen, and the question just popped into his head, "Mom, why did you and dad name me Wonk?" You will have to ask your father, he pushed for it. Wonk decided to do just that. He walked into the living room, as usual the lights were out. His dad was in his easy chair, he was there a lot of the time, pretty much all of his waking hours unless Clarissa was jamming, he would pick up his bass, he seemed very at peace. His jacket was hung over the door of the cabinet to his right, he always had his shoes on, he could be out the door in 10 seconds, but mostly he sat. Wonk knew the basics, dad was a sub driver, a Navy captain, respected, medals, not a blemish on his record, then something happened. He had a retirement from the Navy, from time to time a car would come to get him and he would go to the Navy Yard a couple kilometers away to consult, those were the blue checks. Between mom's record payments, dad's retirement, and the blue checks, they l...