RICHARD COX: author of the novels Rift and The God Particle and of characters who are round.
TNB golf correspondent and Tiger Woods go-to guy.
Texan by birth and high school affiliation; longtime Tulsa resident.
Sometime employer of Vulcan logic. Onetime employee of an ill-fated BBQ restaurant. Current employee of…himself.
Admirer of Bewitched; debunker of Kris Kringle and the Amazon star system.
Angry man who should be working for the State Department.
Not just another pretty face.
And I’m told a capital chap with whom to socialize at a public house styled “The Kraken”. 🙂
Only when accompanied by wonderful guests like ZaraPotts and Simon Smithson and the talented Mr. Ham!
Richrob!! TNB cover boy!
I love your work.
Thanks, ZaraPotts! Noice to see you agane!
Noice to see yeuuw agane Richrob!
Richrob, you’re like butter and young Elvis all rolled into one.
Thanks, Madonna eyes. That’s better than old, bloated Elvis, right?
Yes. Although, I’ve always wanted to have a band called Fat Elvis. We would wear sequined jumpsuits, do karate kicks across the stage and have deep fryers everywhere.
You could invest in a themed restaurant in Vegas and they could headline it every night. Might as well make double use of the fryers, right?
Megan, um – *ahem* – can I, like, you know, be in the band? I have applicable skills in the karate kicking and deep frying department…
Um hello? What about Pussy Stardust, M? Have you forgotton about that??
Erika! I totally had you in mind for Fat Elvis, you are beyond qualified for the position. As are you Zara, with your Bedazzling genius.
Pussy Stardust lives on! We just need a side project while our drummer, Slade, is out on the road making people happy.
I saw Slade in concert for the first time on Thursday. He was great. He definitely makes them happy.
Coxy!
Unleash the Kraken!
Unleash it!
Bloody Kraken. It’s dangerous. That’s why I don’t drink.
Why you don’t drink Kraken, you mean.
No drinks for me. Don’t you remember? I was totally sober.
You had two mojitos and a margarita before Slade got the waitress’s phone number!
Okay okay. I drank more than you three boys put together.
Was I the only one not trying to pick people up???
Nah, you pretty much stopped by the time we got to City Tavern. And then you completely evaded the Kraken. Ha.
Who was Simon after??
You and Slade.
I’m so sad. You have no idea.
I didn’t even get to release the koi.
We released, like, a minnow.
RELEASE THE BAITFISH! *sigh*
*kicks at lonesome midwestern dirt*
Don’t worry, I didn’t release anything either, Becky!
I was under instructions to behave myself.
Stupid Brad. Stupid bein’have.
Ha-rumph. You’re coming back.
TNB 2011. The Krakettes.
Personally, I’m always suspicious and wary of guys that write a little too well and look a little to good.
It just seems like they’re going to be eating my breakfast and wooing my wimminfolk.
can’t be too careful these days.
I can’t reach your breakfast from this far away, but just go ahead and send me the Facebook pages of the wimminfolk and I’ll take it from here. Thanks.
…and they said I was paranoid.
Love the OK gangsta sign! Oh, and I’m scheming a trip to OK this summer (Edmond). May just have to make a trip to Tulsa. Resurrect that Oklahoma accent I tucked away in the recesses of my mind….
Well, if you head this way, let me know. I’m sure you can find your Oklahoma accent somewhere. We can meet halfway if you want. Say, in Stroud or Cushing or Drumright. Hahaha.
I love the “featured” feature. heh.
I just read a whole slew of Richard’s posts I’d never seen before.
also – “coxy” = awesome!
What? You’ve been ignoring my work??
Apparently! But not on purpose. Too many prolific people in this mix. Sometime I’ll go away for days — you heard me DAYS at a time and not have access to a computer. And then 48 people have posted new things and I miss ALL the fun.
Plus yanno, I was busy reading The God Particle.
Way to invoke the Get Out of Jail Free card, Dana.
“Coxy?”
Wow.
It’s like all my Christmases have come at once!
I have some intensely important observations on all of these pieces, and were it not for my pulverizing emotional laziness, I would share them here.
But yeah, “Las Vegas” just came on, so I’m Audi…
I thought maybe you were busy reading about yourself again.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Bravo, sir! I see I’ve come poking around at a perfect time. Although I suppose I shouldn’t start any untoward jokes about “poking Cox” when I might not be around often enough to keep up the pace….
Grazie, A. Non.
It never hurts to inject a poking joke even if you won’t be coming around for a while.
This is the milk! Man! The milk!
Ordered my copy of The God Particle. Should be here any day now….
Fuck! Man! It’s totally the milk!
And much to be thanks for ordering a copy of my book. May your day be illuminated by a thousand suns.
If not, than I shall shit in the whore ocean.
Hell yeah, man. Congrats on the front page. I am resisting the urge to make a particular comment, hahahahaha.
Hahahahahahaha. For real.
Richard Cox,
I go away for a few days to be swarmed by weird anarchist protesters and I come home having missed everything!
Now I have house guests and can’t spent time on the computer and then we are off again, although I truly hope no anarchists follow us this time.