An Autumnal August

Work made me a little grumpy today. I began the day working on support articles for our autumn sale, then I had a tricky project land in my lap, and the next thing I know it’s Noon, I haven’t taken my morning meds, and I’m staring at several more hours with this tricky project. Meanwhile,Continue reading “An Autumnal August”

Recent Facebook Ads

Oh, Facebook ads. Did Facebook serve me something interesting? Oh, yes, indeed. Who doesn’t want to wear some fine Bob Larkin artwork on a shirt. Like, this shirt. What is this, my friends? That’s Bob Larkin’s cover artwork to J.A. Lawrence’s Mudd’s Angels. Harry Mudd and three scantily clad women, the starship Enterprise overhead. It’sContinue reading “Recent Facebook Ads”

A Saturday Miscellany

Jim Lovell, the commander of Apollo 13, died yesterday. He was 97. I can’t add to anything that others have written, and I won’t try. I read Lovell’s book on the Apollo 13 disaster, Lost Moon, and, of course, I’ve seen Tom Hanks’ portrayal of Lovell in Ron Howard’s Apollo 13. I’ve known the storyContinue reading “A Saturday Miscellany”

Possum Mating Habits

I can honestly say that I had never contemplated the mating habits of possums, but… …yeah, it’s really freakin’ hot out there. And who knew possums were into freaky sex? Hoo-boy. After last night’s Facebook ad, again the algorithms show me something of interest… …and while a Bag End-themed bottle of Jamesons is definitively ofContinue reading “Possum Mating Habits”

An Invitation from Across the Years

According to a Facebook post, Philip Barbour High School is having a 35th-anniversary reunion for the Class of 1990. As part of Lurch Fest, a festival in Philippi, West Virginia in honor of The Addams Family‘s Ted Cassidy. While I am most likely the only graduate of Philip Barbour to have ever visited the graveContinue reading “An Invitation from Across the Years”

The Piano at the Dumpsters

There have been a great many strange things that have appeared at my apartment complex’s dumpsters over the years. Such as the grandfather clock that now sits in my living room. This weekend’s find, however, tops even that. A century-old player piano. It is, unfortunately, missing the “player” part of the piano — namely, theContinue reading “The Piano at the Dumpsters”