IN WHICH a very rudimentary food preparation strategy is offered to the desperate reader.
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“I no longer feel young. More importantly, I no longer want to feel young.”
IN WHICH the author makes a few comments on aging, assisted by a much better blogger.
Another page written
IN WHICH a milestone is achieved.
Brust incoming
IN WHICH the arrival of a long-awaited book is foretold.
Post-holiday TBR
Two rereads, one stalled book, three gifts, and an acquisition. I’m especially excited about SHE EATS THE NIGHT; I had no idea Liu & Takeda were doing a collaboration other than MONSTRESS! (Which continues, IMO, to be the best epic fantasy currently being produced in any medium.) Thanks to Fantom Comics in DC for the… Continue reading Post-holiday TBR
The wicked flee when none pursueth
Tom King and Bilquis Evely’s SUPERGIRL: WOMAN OF TOMORROW wears its TRUE GRIT conceit lightly, which serves it just as well; Supergirl was never going to be a particularly credible stand-in for Rooster Cogburn, and King doesn’t try to force it. Instead, he lets the book be about a friendship between a young woman and… Continue reading The wicked flee when none pursueth
The coffee’s old. Tastes like tin.
I hoovered up Tom King and Greg Smallwood’s HUMAN TARGET in an afternoon. I’ve been a fan of everything King’s written since I read THE VISION last year… but I wasn’t really aware of Smallwood at all, and the art in HUMAN TARGET just floored me on every page. Stephanie Hans’ work in DIE is… Continue reading The coffee’s old. Tastes like tin.
Questionable animal husbandry
We’re not quite twee enough to actually own a bearded dragon, but more than twee enough to send our kids to the kind of school that would ask us to foster one for the summer. With the kids, I lean really hard on the idea that the lizard is a guest and not a toy.… Continue reading Questionable animal husbandry
Grasshopper, but make it steampunk.
Eastern Lubber grasshopper, Brookgreen Gardens, Murrells Inlet, SC. I had no idea what it was when I first saw it, but I showed my 8-year-old son a picture and he identified it immediately. I assumed he had mistaken something else for the word “lubber” but no, as usual when it comes to R. and animals,… Continue reading Grasshopper, but make it steampunk.
Strawberry Blonde
Tonight’s writing fuel. Part of a mixed-four pack procured from Capitol Cider House at the DC Farmers’ Market on our way back from Myrtle Beach. It’s hard to find actual dry cider in New Jersey; this is it, and it’s good. “Strawberry Blonde.”