I think people who romanticize nature need to meet a badger.
Not a pet badger, or a badger that’s become accustomed to people. A wild badger that thinks you, the nature-romantic, are intruding on his/her lair.
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I think people who romanticize nature need to meet a badger.
Not a pet badger, or a badger that’s become accustomed to people. A wild badger that thinks you, the nature-romantic, are intruding on his/her lair.
What’s good in the world, people?
I dunno.
Sunshine is nice, as is the rain.
I’ll subscribe to the Autopian when Matt Hardigee and Jason Torchinsky stop writing articles about how much they hate everyone, everything, and especially all and sundry in the automobile industry.
Does every student I get a job lead for have to throw it away because they won’t reply to emails?
Is this a canon event?
I think, for financial reasons, I should spend all my money on motorcycles and cars as an inflation shelter.
I’ve never been quite sure how to make this website useful.
I like it. It gives me a place for my ramblings. But as a book promotional tool, it would be better as a social media page. My other projects, work and engineering and so forth, generally have public-facing elements elsewhere.
So this website doesn’t have much of a tasking.
Any solution would probably entail ‘do more stuff’ but frankly, that’s off limits until I’m done with the PhD. Fuds eat your life, and mine is eating mine.
I’m not sure this website needs to be useful. As an exercise in silliness, it’s fine.
But here we are.
Mara is free the first and second of April, BH is free the second and third, both on Kindle. If you’re here, you’ve probably read them both. If not, here you go.
If something says ‘See Price In Cart’ I never learn the price.
The purpose of mouthtaping is to prevent you from accidentally summoning demons in your sleep, thus ruining your rest.
I’m organizing my physical TBR stack in order of which book is the biggest.
Widest book goes on the bottom, smallest on top. I’m never getting to that David Drake novel.
“What, you and your girl don’t like getting together for a little spicy-time treason?” I asked.
Jermaine made a face that seemed to say he wasn’t sure if I was joking or not, but if I wasn’t, I was an idiot.