If my lips can’t feel nothin’
Please know I still love you.
If my lips can’t feel nothin’
Please know I still love you.
I just met The Man
at Dixie’s BBQ.

There are a whole lot of tower cranes near my workplace lately, including one that had a climbing frame. I never got to see the climbing frame in operation, so I had to poke around on the web and at my local library to get an explanation. One of the first hits I got was a story of a horrible crane accident involving a malfunctioning climbing frame operated by an unqualified crew. I’m glad nothing similar happened to the 500-foot crane I used to walk past twice a week.

Joss stopped by Whedonesque a while back to talk about a Buffy/Angel comic (that will be part of the Buffyverse canon) and other stuff that may be of interest.

Check me out! I’m inspiring art! A booktalk I gave was the inspiration for a Sunday strip of Unshelved! I highly recommend the book, and Junior High students are verrrrry interested in the most dangerous toy, that put 6,000 people into the emergency room before they finally banned it.

Answer in invisi-text (highlight to see): “Jarts. Adults in the 60s honestly didn’t care if you got a spike through the head.“

UFOs in the sky over Richland, WA, in 1947, though one article points out the frequency of all sorts of stuff zinging through the air on the high winds.

The Improved Man, written in 1890, has some interesting ideas and turns of phrase. And, yes, the brain is the real cathedral, but I enjoy envisoning a grey squishy Chartres.

Top excuses to not have to go to sleep right now:
I’m thirsty.
What happens after we die?
Will you sit with me? You never sit with me.
I’m too hot.
I’m too cold.
I miss (whoever is not here at the moment).
I’m not tired (while rubbing eyes)