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.
I’m now living in an actual situation in which I have to decide between Door One and Door Two, and both options suck. Door One used to be our main entrance into our apartment. We stopped using it at the start of the pandemic because it’s a shared door, and…