The Early Years: “The Alien from the Planet Zorno”

Thanks to my parents’ ongoing efforts to clean junk out of their basement, I have been getting a steady stream of antediluvian scribblings (and typings). Here is a rather lengthy opus, most likely from when I was about ten, involving an alien saddled with a rather poor grasp of his own technology, not to mention a ridiculously hard to pronounce name.

The Early Years: “Time Warp Part Two”

Back in the day I used to watch a lot (a LOT) of “Dr. Who” on PBS. There wasn’t much in the way of SF on television when I was a kid, so the strange import from the BBC was always a treat. I would suspect that “Dr. Who” was a heavy influence on the short little excerpt that follows.

The Early Years: “Win! Win! Win! Win!!!!!!!”

When I was little, I watched a lot of cartoons. (I’m sure you’re all astonished.) One of my favorites from when I was around seven years old was “Wacky Races” (in reruns — I’m not THAT old). “Wacky Races” was of course inspired by the film “The Great Race”, which is similar to the other film “It’s A Mad Mad Mad Mad World”, which is very much like “The Gumball Rally”, which directly leads to “The Cannonball Run”, which is largely responsible both for the collapse of the Soviet Union and the decline and fall of Western civilization. But I digress.

Anyway, I had clearly just finished up a “Wacky Races” marathon when I banged out this little gem:

The Early Years: Rabbit, Goldie, and Twister

A couple of weeks ago, I posted something I wrote as a kid, Rabbit’s Journal, something that I later learned is called a “typecast” (probably from a combination of “typewriter” and “podcast”). That seemed to be pretty popular, and so, I now present the continuing adventures of Rabbit Rawlings (yes, he had a last name … all my stuffed animals did).  For this one, I evidently had an assist from my brother John, although I couldn’t tell you who wrote what.

The Early Years: Rabbit’s Journal

A couple of weeks ago I posted a scan of an old story I wrote for school when I was a kid of somewhere between six and ten (depending on who you believe).  That turned out to be pretty popular, so I requested more scans from my suppliers of embarrassing material from my younger days (i.e., my parents).  Behold:  Rabbit’s Journal.