Author Archives: The Hook

About The Hook

Husband. Father. Bellman. Author of The Bellman Chronicles. Reader of comic books and observer and chronicler of the human condition. And to my wife's eternal dismay, a mere mortal and non-vampire. I'm often told I look like your uncle, cousin, etc. If I wore a hat, I'd hang it on a hat rack in my home in Niagara Falls, Canada. You can call me The Hook, everyone else does.

You’ve Got News… From The Hook.

Good news, everyone! While my healing factor is not on par with that of a certain Canadian mutant (I’m a nerd but I’m married to a real girl so I don’t feel so bad), I have followed my doctor’s orders … Continue reading

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Superhero Progenitors, My Wife, And My Non-Mutant Healing Factor.

I’ve spent this summer feeling like a total dumbass and so that’s the subject for today, kiddies. According to Dr. Phil perception is reality. (Don’t judge me.) In other words, if you believe you’re a total dumbass, then that’s who … Continue reading

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This is as philospophical as I get on a Sunday.

The words you are about to read were originally written for my second book but since a lack of cohesion was one of the major downfalls of my first tome, I’ve decided to share them here. Truthfully, I don’t think … Continue reading

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Family Time: My Daughter Is A Genius.

Of course, many geniuses become mad scientists… A Living Room Conversation Between Father And Daughter My 15-year-old:  Hey, Skippy? Skippy (That’d be me.):  (Sighing.)  If you need money, you’ve picked the wrong summer. Sarah:  No kidding! I have more money … Continue reading

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I’m On The Mend, But I Still Suck At Titles.

A collection of magazines and puzzle books. Tasty confections. Toy cars. A kazoo. Jumbo playing cards. (They maybe mutant playing cards, which would be super cool.) Pencil crayons and modelling clay. Trail mix. Assorted goodies. And lest I forget, a … Continue reading

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I Suppose You’re Wondering Why I’ve Called You All Here…

I’ve always wanted to say that… Moving on…. I hate to disappoint anyone – outside of the bedroom, that is – but my blogging generator is still chugging along at half-power. Our buddy, Ned Hickson is setting the world on … Continue reading

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This is a Post.

To be honest, friends, I have a new writing project that deserves my attention but my creativity is as fractured as my mind and body are at the moment. So here’s hoping blogging is as therapeutic as the non-licensed therapists … Continue reading

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The Only Birthday Gift I Can Afford On My Current Salary…

On the surface this has appears to have been an ordinary day; The Biebs has escaped true justice once more, my all-too fragile form remains broken, Ned Hickson is still a putz, Ann St. Vincent is still steaming up computer … Continue reading

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I Am A Dumbass. Here’s Why.

Where to begin? It is a question, no, it is the question that has plagued everyone who has ever tried to communicate, from the most brilliant writer to the first caveman who scratched up a perfectly good cave wall with … Continue reading

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Don’t Blog Angry? Yeah, Right…

Well, I’ve been at work for an hour-and-a-half and so far all I have to show for it is the news of an impending write-up and a bagel (a guest call that ends with zero dollars in the bellman’s pocket), … Continue reading

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