Johnny! Cats are people, too!
Johnny doesn’t believe her, by the way. His only flaw. He thinks cats are, well, dinner. Continue reading
Johnny doesn’t believe her, by the way. His only flaw. He thinks cats are, well, dinner. Continue reading
This is really interesting. I’ve never felt the slightest pressure about anything I’ve ever written before, but the response to the announcement of the new Osten Ard books has been so nice that I’m even more determined to make the new ones worthy, and even slightly worried about it. I don’t want to make a Jar-Jar out of things. Continue reading
Every time I watch Space Mutiny, it goes higher on my list of all-time MST3K greats. The wonderful two-stroke vehicle chases. If I could write a scene that hilarious, I would be P. G. @#$%ing Wodehouse and all three important Marx Bros. Continue reading
Thank God for, as I posted earlier, the glow of work accomplished. Because a few seconds later, someone on the internet mentioned pie. I don’t blame them. It’s a good subject. But pie was mentioned and I remembered there was strawberry-rhubarb pie in the refrigerator. So I went there. And pie there was none. I suspect the teenaged boy has inhaled it. And now I cling to life and hope as best I can, because my world is dark and pieless. Continue reading
The cat has had far more lap time than he has earned, which is zero, so he has no right to complain when I get up. Continue reading
Lock and load, people. Working day. Lots to do. Do NOT distract me with entertainment, diversion, or fun. Well, occasionally is all right. You know, a little bit. But seriously, go light on the fun. Continue reading