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Category Archives: Pixel-stained Wretchery
As we move to the end of June, this weekend was supposed to have highs near 100 degrees. However, the Mighty Saharan Dust Cloud (TM pending) has served as a sort of parasol for the Carolinas and Gulf Coast, holding … Continue reading
Why, yes! Yes, it is. Ten years ago, at the Mad Dog’s urging, and as a way to distract myself from the aftermath of the Big Noise, I found a free blogging website and began to use it. My expectations … Continue reading
… I’ve posted a reading of another short story of mine on YouTube. You can watch it here. Feel free to share it, should the spirit move you.
It’s a gorgeous day in Mondoville, but pretty much every stationary object outside is coated in pollen. I have mild seasonal allergies, and of course under the present circumstances, every cough makes one think of the intruder at the Masque … Continue reading
So after I concluded this morning’s post, I got myself civilized and headed out. My first stop was for brunch, at the famous Katz’s Delicatessen. In keeping with my own taste and the recommendation of a former student, I went … Continue reading
I woke up shortly after midnight yesterday in Mondoville, because I had a flight to catch in Charlotte at 6 a.m., which meant I had to reach the airport at what my daughter would describe as “Stupid o’clock”. And since … Continue reading
So it’s been about three weeks since I last checked in, but I have reasons. For example… *** About three weeks ago (three weeks tomorrow, in fact), I woke up feeling queasy. I made it through my class before I … Continue reading
I’m pleased to announce that the taxpayers of Maryland are allowing the Spawn to earn a living, as she is now the U of MD’s newest graduate assistant. She’ll be helping out at the Robert H. Smith School of Business, … Continue reading
… and since she’s been to the US, Canada, and the Bahamas, I guess she counts. So, a couple of years ago, the Spawn came down to the den, where I was reading or noodling around online. “Dad?” she said. … Continue reading