Mom Said No. My folks are coming up for the fourth of July. Well, ok, not the fourth of July. They’re driving here from South Dakota–the far end of South Dakota–finding somewhere to camp in between here and there, driving some more, and arriving here on the second. Staying for the third. Then driving to […]
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Snippet: And Who Has Honey? Since you’re not going to believe me anyway, I’m going to exaggerate. Once upon a time, there was a village and a castle.. The village was called Wildberry, after the luxurious berries that grew in brambles all along the valley (although the berries were too bitter to eat without honey,
Reviews.The Sun, The Moon, and The Stars; From Hell. These might not be to your taste, but they both kick ass. The Sun, The Moon, and The Stars, by Stephen Brust: This is a good read, if you’re any type of artist or if you find them interesting. Sculpture, theatre, painting, pen&ink, writing (not the
More Englishy goodness. I’m working my way through a stack of murder mysteries set in Minneapolis, The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars by Stephen Brust, and another writing-of-English book. The mysteries I’ll only review if I think they’re good ones. The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars has just been completed, and I need
At some point. When you use humor to keep people at arm’s length, is it still humor? How about charm? Solicitousness? “How’s that baby of yours?” At some point, it becomes obvious that all your humor, charm, and solitictousness aren’t genuine. You aren’t to be touched, you aren’t to be trusted. You’re a good guy.
Reviews. Behind Enemy Lines, The Others. Behind Enemy Lines. If I did the stars thing, I’d gve this one three of five. For what it was, Behind Enemy Lines was all right. It ain’t Schindler’s List, but it ain’t Top Gun, either. Owen Wilson stuffs more into his character than I would have imagined. Gene
The Friday Nite Game, Part the Second. When we left our heroes, Nice Guy and Tinfoil Avenger had just flown away from the decapitated headquarters of the Supreme Squad, and Cornfield Commando, Black Squirrel, and Ol’ Lady Johnson had just hauled off a posse o’ hoodlums to the nearest police precint in Megalopolis. We still