Paul Riddell
@kyloboomhauer.bsky.social
Former carnivorous plant gallery owner, custodian and chef to Parker the lynx-point Siamese.
New project: The Annals of St. Remedius Medical College. http://www.stremedius.com
“Riddell, I like your writing, but DAMN you're weird!" - Harlan Ellison
New project: The Annals of St. Remedius Medical College. http://www.stremedius.com
“Riddell, I like your writing, but DAMN you're weird!" - Harlan Ellison
My cat, designed by Salvador Dali.
November 28, 2025 at 5:06 AM
My cat, designed by Salvador Dali.
“Bob Heinlein, you ASSHOLE!”
November 28, 2025 at 4:56 AM
“Bob Heinlein, you ASSHOLE!”
No grief given to those who enjoy, but it’s time for my annual reminder about my feelings on Texas’s official state religion.
November 27, 2025 at 3:26 PM
No grief given to those who enjoy, but it’s time for my annual reminder about my feelings on Texas’s official state religion.
Bluesky needs to stop giving my cat Parker Ideas.
November 27, 2025 at 6:29 AM
Bluesky needs to stop giving my cat Parker Ideas.
I ain’t singin’ for Pepsi,
I ain’t singin’ for Coke,
I ain’t singin’ for anybody,
They make me feel like a joke.
I ain’t singin’ for Miller,
I ain’t singin’ for Bud,
I ain’t singin’ for politicians,
I ain’t singin’ for Spuds.
This notes’s for YOU.
I ain’t singin’ for Coke,
I ain’t singin’ for anybody,
They make me feel like a joke.
I ain’t singin’ for Miller,
I ain’t singin’ for Bud,
I ain’t singin’ for politicians,
I ain’t singin’ for Spuds.
This notes’s for YOU.
November 23, 2025 at 3:59 AM
I ain’t singin’ for Pepsi,
I ain’t singin’ for Coke,
I ain’t singin’ for anybody,
They make me feel like a joke.
I ain’t singin’ for Miller,
I ain’t singin’ for Bud,
I ain’t singin’ for politicians,
I ain’t singin’ for Spuds.
This notes’s for YOU.
I ain’t singin’ for Coke,
I ain’t singin’ for anybody,
They make me feel like a joke.
I ain’t singin’ for Miller,
I ain’t singin’ for Bud,
I ain’t singin’ for politicians,
I ain’t singin’ for Spuds.
This notes’s for YOU.
More Kylo Boomhauer, out in Graffiti Alley in Dallas’s Exposition Park:
November 23, 2025 at 3:50 AM
More Kylo Boomhauer, out in Graffiti Alley in Dallas’s Exposition Park:
Kylo Boomhauer at the Texas School Book Depository and @texastheatre.bsky.social for JFK Day:
November 22, 2025 at 7:10 PM
Kylo Boomhauer at the Texas School Book Depository and @texastheatre.bsky.social for JFK Day:
The 10-Kilo Lint-Covered Breast Implant, mere seconds after he literally cannonballed my ribcage:
November 21, 2025 at 6:36 AM
The 10-Kilo Lint-Covered Breast Implant, mere seconds after he literally cannonballed my ribcage:
Max Headroom, incidentally, is Parker’s favorite show. He, Sarah, and I were just catching the pilot (Sarah had never seen it), and Parker was yelling in anger at every commercial break.
November 19, 2025 at 4:39 AM
Max Headroom, incidentally, is Parker’s favorite show. He, Sarah, and I were just catching the pilot (Sarah had never seen it), and Parker was yelling in anger at every commercial break.
Today’s Parker metaphor for the publishing industry:
November 16, 2025 at 10:45 PM
Today’s Parker metaphor for the publishing industry:
Oh, and the outside of the second one:
November 13, 2025 at 9:33 PM
Oh, and the outside of the second one:
“Seven meters…six.”
“That can’t be! That’s inside the room!”
“It’s reading right, man! LOOK!”
“That can’t be! That’s inside the room!”
“It’s reading right, man! LOOK!”
November 13, 2025 at 9:26 PM
“Seven meters…six.”
“That can’t be! That’s inside the room!”
“It’s reading right, man! LOOK!”
“That can’t be! That’s inside the room!”
“It’s reading right, man! LOOK!”
This asshole:
- Wakes me from a dead sleep acting as if he’s completely out of food.
- Herds me to his favorite toy: a feather toy on a fishing rod.
- Overshoots the toy, slams into the wall, and tangles in power cords.
- Whines because I stopped playing to keep the TV from falling on him.
- Wakes me from a dead sleep acting as if he’s completely out of food.
- Herds me to his favorite toy: a feather toy on a fishing rod.
- Overshoots the toy, slams into the wall, and tangles in power cords.
- Whines because I stopped playing to keep the TV from falling on him.
November 10, 2025 at 5:43 AM
This asshole:
- Wakes me from a dead sleep acting as if he’s completely out of food.
- Herds me to his favorite toy: a feather toy on a fishing rod.
- Overshoots the toy, slams into the wall, and tangles in power cords.
- Whines because I stopped playing to keep the TV from falling on him.
- Wakes me from a dead sleep acting as if he’s completely out of food.
- Herds me to his favorite toy: a feather toy on a fishing rod.
- Overshoots the toy, slams into the wall, and tangles in power cords.
- Whines because I stopped playing to keep the TV from falling on him.
Post you from a different era. 1993 was definitely a different era.
November 7, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Post you from a different era. 1993 was definitely a different era.
I love little dinner rolls, especially when dealing with 10-kilo cinnamon rolls:
November 5, 2025 at 3:25 PM
I love little dinner rolls, especially when dealing with 10-kilo cinnamon rolls:
Post a bird announcing Dick Cheney is dead. 🪶
November 4, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Post a bird announcing Dick Cheney is dead. 🪶
Early November in Texas, feeling like early October, and the Lint-Covered Breast Implant is on the hunt:
November 2, 2025 at 6:47 PM
Early November in Texas, feeling like early October, and the Lint-Covered Breast Implant is on the hunt:
This is how I got the 10-Kilo Lint-Covered Breast implant.
November 1, 2025 at 5:10 PM
This is how I got the 10-Kilo Lint-Covered Breast implant.
Parker approves.
November 1, 2025 at 5:05 PM
Parker approves.
Going to bed early before the big garage sale tomorrow: 10-Kilo Lint-Covered Breast Implant squeezes me out of blankets like toothpaste from a tube stepped on by a rhino.
Get up to get some water: “Well, now that you’re up, PLAY WITH ME OR I’LL SCREAM.”
Get up to get some water: “Well, now that you’re up, PLAY WITH ME OR I’LL SCREAM.”
November 1, 2025 at 9:09 AM
Going to bed early before the big garage sale tomorrow: 10-Kilo Lint-Covered Breast Implant squeezes me out of blankets like toothpaste from a tube stepped on by a rhino.
Get up to get some water: “Well, now that you’re up, PLAY WITH ME OR I’LL SCREAM.”
Get up to get some water: “Well, now that you’re up, PLAY WITH ME OR I’LL SCREAM.”
Full moons on Halloween? Overrated.
November 1, 2025 at 12:11 AM
Full moons on Halloween? Overrated.