Plus Ça Change, My Babies
I hate finding poisonous reptiles in my delicate underthings. If you agree, like and share this post. Continue reading
I hate finding poisonous reptiles in my delicate underthings. If you agree, like and share this post. Continue reading
Happy New Year to all my family and friends. You are the Auld in my Lang Syne. Continue reading
Maybe not -exactly- what you wanted to think about while waiting for the Christmas dinner binge to work its way through your system, but I think this stuff is fascinating. Continue reading
That still, quiet part of Christmas Eve is almost upon me, no lights but the tree lights, a little soft music playing — my favorite time. Everything else is just the before and after as far as I’m concerned. I wish you all peace and love this season and hereafter. Continue reading
The most important thing about a wintertime book is that the colder the scene, the warmer your surroundings must be. For instance, anybody who undertakes the climb up Caradhras without a fire or a working heater, as well as a cup of hot chocolate or peppermint tea, is a fool of a Took. Continue reading
I’m getting my gondola ready. Martian canals, baby, Martian canals! Continue reading