Bizarre Stories I've spent most of my career writing comics, but a few decades ago, I worked briefly as a copy writer at an advertising agency in my hometown of St. Louis. My days were occupied churning out TV and radio spots for savings and loan associations ("Deposit $5,000 and get an omelet pan—FREE!"), trade magazine ads for industrial heaters (they're used to keep the O-rings warm on intercontinental ballistic missiles), and commercials for a spray-on fabric wrinkle remover (a somewhat problematical product; it got rid of wrinkles, but it also ate the fabric). Needless to say, the work was about as stimulating as playing tonsil hockey with a doorknob. I was desperate for a diversion—any diversion. And so, with my office door locked and the lights dimmed, I began writing, on company time, a series of bizarre little tales to keep my mind alive... Elves Against Hitler - Part One: A Moat is as Good as a Dolt to a Blind Goat. Beginning the strange tale of a clan of elves, a goat, a retired schoolteacher, and their courageous stand against the Third Reich.   Travel up a polluted stream of consciousness without a paddle in Poem in A-Flat...or Was It a Bungalow?   Ya gots yer Starship Troopers, ya gots yer Babylon 5, ya gots yer Federation—and now ya gots The Shaman of Poogundagar (pronounced: pooh-GUN-duh-gar), a space operetta like youse never seen.   In Fabotnik: One Man's Ragnarok, a human being dismantles himself on a whim.   The state of contemporary relationships is ill-considered in the free-form sword & sorcery meditation, In Prudence Is the Better Part of Valerie.   Conversion in a Terminal Subway abandons all laws of physics, logic, and language in an effort to explain the real reason people want government, and the world, off their backs.     [ Home | Bio | Bibliography | Writings | Special Features | Contact ] Text Copyright © 2001 Steve Gerber. All rights reserved.