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"...and so the bear says, 'You didn't really come here to hunt, did you?'"

I don't know what blogging platform cool kids like you are using these days, but Dreamwidth is right there. I'm writing about Darkover, for Evarra's sake, and nobody bothers me.

"Come see the insidious nature of over-moderation inherent in the system! Help, help, I'm being oppressed!"

I thought you wouldn't be participating anymore.

First you gotta move to Alamogordo. Hotter than Satan's bleep in the summer but there's a wicked cool space museum, so about a wash.

Any idiot can buy armor. Just ask Gendry; he sold armor.

I have no joke here, I just like saying 'Gleemax'.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange æons even Death may die.

Few months' hiatus for reasons.

How about a Lens, or a starstone, or a golden torc...

Legal pads and fountain pens is where it's at, babies.

Cancelled, referee going to funeral.

"It's time to kill Shorty." (okay, it was a little deranged in context too)

R. Scott Bakker.

Look, if someone wants to be the Nazi Whisperer, well, it's fine to have an odd hobby (right now mine involves reading, then writing about Darkover novels). I ain't gonna join in.

And Egg's song. I love the juvenile bits in this show.

Yikes. Oldest book in my house, far as I know, is a 1900 printing of Heinrich Heine poems, which I can't read - partly because my German is fur Scheiße, mainly because it's printed in an extreme version of Black Letter and I can't tell which letters are what.

The other year when I got my ham license, I used a vintage slide rule in the tests. Fifties if not older.

Also having an allergy fit.