Kelly McCullough

Kelly McCullough writes fantasy, science fiction, and books for kids of varying ages. He lives in Wisconsin with his physics professor wife and a small herd of cats. His novels include Winter of Discontent, the WebMage and Fallen Blade series — Penguin/ACE, School for Sidekicks, Magic, Madness, and Mischief, and Spirits, Spells, and Snark — Feiwel and Friends/Macmillan. His short fiction has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies. He has Patreon and Ko-fi pages for those who are interested in supporting his work more directly. He also dabbles in science fiction as science education with The Chronicles of the Wandering Star — part of an NSF-funded science curriculum — and the science comic Hanny & the Mystery of the Voorwerp, which he co-authored and co-edited — funding provided by NASA and the Hubble Space Telescope. Kelly on Twitter, Facebook, G+, ello

Monday Meows

September 21, 2020 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

Hallooo, I are a cat, plz show me yr fud bowls!

I’m dubious.

Don mak me laze you wit my deth eye!

That is SERIOUSLY not okay.

I got dis. I deths it from above!

Y’all knock yourselves, I’m going stay here on the nice warm X-Box.

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Monday Meows

September 14, 2020 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

Ah, my salad days, when I was green in judgement, cold in blood…

Cats DO NOT eat salad.

But sometimes you just have to stop and sniff the…cat? ???

What’s black and white and dumb all over?

Look, I’ve got sunscreen, a pair of shades, and some…test strips? The hell?

Spare cats courtesy of Kim and Jonny and Matt and Mandy

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Monday Meows

September 7, 2020 in Uncategorized

Tail is a not a bellpull.

Kinda looks like one…

I can’t watch!

I can’t get close enough.

Pull my tail and you’re going to end up like this dust buffalo.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re totally bad, and I am VERY intimidated.

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Monday Meows

August 31, 2020 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

Jeeves “Dignity and Grace” McCullough, why do you ask?

Nobody asked.

My middle name is Mischief!

Nobody asked?

Also, Poise and Good Judgment!

Um, I seem to have misplaced my forelegs, can we focus on that?

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Monday Meows

August 24, 2020 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

I command the banning of all kittens from this space!

So let it be written, so let it be done.

Finally.

Our long national nightmare is over…zzzzzzzzzzz

I second that zzzzzzz, and call the question. Zzzzzzzzz

JAWS theme

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Monday Meows

August 17, 2020 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

Is that ‘nip?!

The best ‘nip, dudes, the best

I know what I want to nip!

Chill, man, take another shot of catnip and—

EXTREME KITTEN FLASHBACK!

Holy catballs, that’s not okay.

Bad trip, man, bad trip.

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Entropy cannot be undone.

August 15, 2020 in Musings, Politics/Public Service

Entropy cannot be undone.

I don’t believe in a soul in the spiritual sense, but there is a part of us that is formed of our deepest held values and emotional core and soul is as good a word for that as any.

Fear corrodes the soul. Rage corrodes the soul. Hate corrodes the soul.

It’s possible to polish and patch something that has been corroded and make it look shiny and new, but the corrosion will always have been. You cannot unmake the past.

I am worried about what the Trump years are doing to the soul of the left, that collective sense of purpose and compassion and empathy that is made up by all the individual souls within it.

For decades the people at the top of the right have worked to foment fear and rage and hate in their followers. It’s the new bread and circuses and the stock in trade of Fox news and right wing radio.

I understand why they’ve done it. Fear and rage and hate are powerful motivators. They create a sense of common enemies if not common purpose. It works to keep them in power and to keep them together.

But it is the most corrosive of tools. It eats up those who would use it as surely as it eats up those who follow them. It destroys as it unites, fusing what once was a collective of bright souls into a dark and twisted mass.

The left at its best is fueled by hope, by sympathy and compassion and the desire for a brighter future for everyone no matter their origins or appearance or who they love.

As I have observed politics for more than forty years I have watched the best of the left ebb and flow. I have watched some of us lose our way and give in to despair, to fear, to rage, to hate.

Some of us have always walked that path, but collectively we have abjured the darkness and tried to call back those we have lost. We have striven to be our best selves even when it is terribly, terribly hard.

But this moment in history is different. Trump is an agent of corrosion. He destroys everything he touches. He has accelerated the corrosion on the right to a terrifying degree.

Trump has also corroded the left.

I have never seen so much fear and rage and hate on our side. I understand why that is. Our institutions are falling and failing us. Climate change looms like a colossal wave waiting to drag us all under.

I won’t lie, I feel the pull of that darkness myself. I understand the desire to succumb to the inner demons. I also, to my lasting shame, feel the temptation to feed it, to use it as a weapon that unites the left as the right is united.

I fear that we will let ourselves follow the path the right has taken. I see how we stand where the right stood a few decade back and why people like Newt Gingrich choose to harness the horses of darkness to pull the chariot of the right.

I hope that we will turn away from that path, that this coming election, which is inevitably going to come from a place of fear and rage and hate, is also one of hope, and the first step back towards our better selves.

But, even if it is, the corrosion has already eaten into our collective soul. It has left marks that may be polished out, but never erased.

Entropy cannot be undone.