I recently finished a book titled To Say Nothing of the Dog, by Connie Willis. It’s not really about a dog, though there’s a dog in the story; it’s really more about time travel … and fate. I’ve read one other time travel book by the same author called Doomsday Book, which was heavy both in tone as well as in weight, but this book was lighter, more fun, and humorous — and it made me think about Fate with a…
A lot happened in the years I didn’t blog regularly. For one, health issues popped up. After living like a couch potato for 15-20 years, it should not have been a surprise, but it was, only because my body type never really gets “fat” — even at my biggest I was a size 8, smaller than most women. That said, I’d get headaches and digestive issues, and I’d get irritable and the occasional skin conditions. But I figured that was…
I was in Maryland last week, in various cities. Saturday, I was in Easton to watch a movie in the Chesapeake Film Festival. It was a movie, believe it or not, about movie trailers, called Coming Attractions. And no, I never saw a trailer for it. It was really more a documentary than a movie, but it detailed how movie trailers came to be and how they came to be called trailers, though they do anything but trail after a…
I’ve taken up journal writing again, and in no way do I mean this blog; this blog is so far from being true journal writing, with its potential for being read by all sorts of characters imaginable, that I would never consider this my journal. I used to, back before I ever turned the comments on and long before I ever gained an audience, in the days no one saw my words except for me and a couple of curious…
H.E. and I had dinner at John’s Philly Grille tonight, and upon leaving we passed HB Tattoo as we always do. That particular tattoo parlor is never what I expect from tattoo parlors. It has very wide windows that allow you to look in as you pass, and the establishment seems fairly big, open, tasteful, and very clean. The interior looks almost like a doctor’s or dentist’s office from outside. Huntington Beach soccer moms probably would get tattoos there with…