Author Archives: Dirk Bluefield

Ah. For the love a Bob! Carlton. I’m pretty dog goned sure that we’d established a clear chain of command. And that we had set it up in a very happenin’ way. Osmotic. Osmotic! There are also a number of … Continue reading →

Carlton. I hate to sound all repetitive and stuff. But what in Sam Hell is goin’ on there, I feel compelled to ask again? Did I not make a tweet quite some time ago, informing folks that there would be … Continue reading →

Steve? Hmm. Was he that dilly that fella I met that time? At that book signing? If I recall, he seemed kind of dim-witted. But nice enough, I suppose. Look, Carlton. I understand how busy you must be. I bear … Continue reading →

Maybe, I should be putting this in ‘Comments’. Or maybe even I should call by satellite phone from my ultra remote location. And we hash this out in private. But hell. I’m here. So. Carlton. What in the Sam Hill … Continue reading →

What to blog about? (‘Blog’ is a technical term, which, I believe, means making or writing a blog entry.) A di, dil, dilem, a, um. Something that is hard to decide about. I’m still here. But I may be heading … Continue reading →

Hello.  I am Dirk Bluefield. I am tired.  As I’ve recently been on some very exciting new age adventures in which much has been learned. But a well meaning person, a well meaning friend, I am sure, or think I’m … Continue reading →