The #KingOfShawarma has moved in across from work. I stopped for lunch; this is the Philly Steak (Lebanese version). Did not need dinner. Will go back.

Note to self: when invited to go out for Chinese, wear old shirt or bring bib. (Photo REDACTED to protect the inept.) #chopstick.novice

Found this halfway up the back stairs at work. Someone is evidently worried about vampires....

The Neighborly Ninja: A Tale of Darkest Suburbia lonepenman.net/neighborly-nin…

Have now seen NBC's La Brea. Why are all the early trade reviews calling out a riff on "Lost" without the clearly essential preceding phrase "Land of the..."? (Must check YouTube for theme song rewrites....)

Oy. Arm-wrestling Web pages, and only now do I notice that the Twitfeed on my site only updates when I start a conversation, not when I jump into one. OTOH, at least the top-level navigation over here is at last mostly functional again.🔌🔧⚙️

Not the ideal subject for a long-overdue update...but one can't ignore a sufficiently large elephant. lonepenman.net/forward-backwa…

The visiting ducks are Rupert and Annabel. The faux owl is Edgar (his twin Allan is stationed at the deep end). As you can tell, Edgar and Allan are singularly unsuccessful at keeping wildlife at bay....

I'm horribly tempted to see if I can get this crowd to support a ban on dihydrogen monoxide in the local water supply.

youtu.be/OItoojhcE-E In honor of the day...and in hope that we can find our way forward to the America the song describes.

And as the Day of Reckoning approacheth, thou shalt bake, and there shall be blueberry buckle that thou mayst console thyself....

And lo! There was buckle, and the baker didst eat of it, and it was Good. And the baker said, "Yea, though I shall not leave the Place of Tweeting whilst it endures, yet shall I abide also at the Width of Dreams and seek out the Dreaded Mastodon."

And lo! There was blueberry buckle, and it was good. And then the baker didst go forth, seeking for the lands of the Mastodon and perhaps beyond.

And lo! The act of sending a missive to replace that which had vanished into the Clockwork Bird did cause the Clockwork Bird to yield up that which it had consuméd, creating unnecessary redundancy. "This," the baker said unto himself, "calleth for another slice."

One reason I've never gone in for contacts: (from a Tor.com (Now at @Reactormag) comment thread) "I once broke a bottle of Tabasco sauce while cooking. Cleaned it up, but next morning I learned I didn’t wash my hands well enough. My contact lenses had marinated in dilute Tabasco all night."

When in comes to live theater, I am old-school and thus a very hard sell when it comes to standing ovations. There's really good, and there's extraordinary; standing ovations are for the latter. I stood up today for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival production of BORN WITH TEETH. #BornWithTeeth