Because it’s not all beach parties and booze, and anyway, screw beach parties and booze. Continue reading
What’s my reward for staring down my obsessive-compulsive disorder and going inside a Dunkin Donuts during the pandemic, rather than using the drive-thru?
Straws. As many freakin’ straws as I want. And napkins too.
In addition to bakery fire burns, bruised jaws, and deep gashes, I can now add printing acid injuries and goat injuries to the list of bodily traumas I’ve had to Google in my Stars Fall Out research.
I found a site called MoonConnection.com in my Stars Fall Out research. It seems like a nice enough site, but what a waste that it’s just lunar information and not a werewolf dating site.
If I am ever granted three wishes, I shall waste one of them swapping handwriting with one of those people who prints in small caps.
Or a cybernetic arm that does the same thing. I’ve thought about this too much.
Continuing last summer’s re-read of the Dune series by Frank Herbert, I picked up with God Emperor of Dune a few days ago.
My reading choices are often dictated by whim or nostalgia, and so Dune has to be read in the summer, just like the first time I read it.
So far, I’m enjoying the character of Leto II quite a bit. Where Paul Atreides is all doomy and self-important, Leto II is much more fun and quixotic.
