Why do you think I gave you those books as an offering? She wouldn't stop doing that in my shop. Thankfully Sigurd can't read.

This is why you never see old members of the thieves guild. Honestly, I am surprised that Delvin Mallory is still stealing stuff.

Since it is the holiday season in writer's little world, and I can't sell beyond the dimensional wall yet, I thought I would do something for my fellow shopkeeps. Reply with a link to your storefront so my followers can get some holiday gifts for their loved ones from you.

We can all thank writer's self sacrifice 12 years ago for being safe from dragons. But wait, we're still not safe from dragons. I blame Todd.

I can't wait until I get old enough to have lost enough hearing no longer hear nirnroot...

//My wobbly cat Weebles says Wobbly Christmas to all and to all a good wobble.

I don't want that. I don't want your support. That thing smelled.

Dragonborn are also worse than a regular person at everything.

Writer ran into the Listener at Pensacon. Thankfully Cicero was not around.

Writer! Writer where are you!? I have things to say! //Sorry Belly...I honestly forgot you existed...

Writer lives where it doesn't snow, ever. Some strange place called Alabama near some sort of Gulf Coast. Today he's getting a taste of life in Skyrim. We call this a warm day.

//I found Belethor inside Star Wars Outlaws.

It seems like many of my former Dragonborn customers are going to be time traveling. Say hello to my ancestors in Cryodill and please do not kill any of them to prevent me from being born. You would miss my terrific bargains when Skyrim gets another remaster.

//So, I think when I pick up Oblivion (later, finishing Star Wars Outlaws comes first) my character is going to be Belethor's ancestor. I just need a good name and excellent muttonchops.

Writer spotted this horseless carriage with a quest marker on the back. I am all for making the Dragonborn chase a mobile quest marker all over Skyrim! Ha ha ha!