As predicted, a night of work. Columns aplenty to write. Just as well; nothing much to report. If I forced myself to say something, I could write about the storm we had last night, but if you’ve been through a good thunderstorm with the bolts hitting the earth a few blocks away, thick as sequoia trunks, you know what I’m talking about. Today was cool and suspicious – one of those days where fall seems to be doing winter’s bidding. I picked Gnat up from school and took her to a party store to look at Halloween decorations. Some pictures to pad it all out, then. Vogueing in the skeleton aisle:
Looking for treats to hand out? Don’t forget the ever-popular Bag O’ Guns! Bursting with gunny goodness! Kids love ‘em. Since they don't shoot anything, you ought not to worry; the children will learn the all-important art of pistol-whipping, so important to detective stories that require the hero to be struck on the head in every story, preferably right behind the ear. Although the temple will do.
Here’s a link to a rather amazing commercial – you just wish it did something else than suggest that the entire purpose of life is to drink beer. The entire purpose of life is to drink whiskey.
As for site update, there’s a revised chapter of the Joe Ohio story, here. For comparison, the old version is here, if you're interested in seeing how this is evolving. The Screedblog is updated with this week’s Newhouse column on the Miers nomination; everyone should hate this one. I’d been hoping to address the whole British Piglet Imbroglio, because it’s not exactly a small matter, and I actually have something to add. Perhaps tomorrow. Back to work; FOUR columns await.
Oh: and say goodbye to the Backfence. Click below.
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