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.

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.

Every time I have to put on my extrovert hat, I am reminded first that it does not fit well, and second that I do not, in fact, own an extrovert hat.

Everyone knows “Take On Me,” but I submit that “The Sun Always Shines on TV” is the superior a-ha song. I rediscover it every few years and listen to it endlessly.

https://youtu.be/a3ir9HC9vYg