Lingering Questions (102)
Primarily, who will control Congress.
Cloud much of today, thanks to Hurricane Nicole. But no rain here. No wind. our high was 74˚F.
I slept poorly last night. I got up at 5 a.m. I began writing about 6 a.m. I did another 1,085 words on the new Tinfoil Dossier novella, beginning Section 7. And then I spent a chunk of time editing MP2. I talked with Jun about the figures today...and other things. I wrote a couple of other paleontologists. Oh, I sent 345 grams of basal Mooreville Chalk to Anthony Maltese is Colorado to get his advice on which air scribe would be best for prepping the rest of Winifred.
I finished Cormac McCarthy's The Passenger (Book 1), and while I'm not sure it's the best thing he's ever written, it's astoundingly good. Now I have to wait for January for the second half. I think now I'm going to read everything by Algernon Blackwood again.
I need to call my mom.
Something I wrote yesterday on Twitter, and it bears repeating over and over and over: Everyone please keep in mind, just because things did not go as badly last night as many expected, American democracy is still on the ropes, and the GQP is gonna come back from these defeats with the viciousness of a rabid dog. We have a long, long way to go to safety. Sure, no Red Wave. Yes, Trump has egg on his face and the other are questioning if the useful idiot is still useful. Abortion is protected in a couple of states. But we still stand at the edge of the precipice. Democracy, to mix metaphors, is still increasingly thin ice. And we have to keep that in mind and not become complacent.
Please, has a look at the Big Cartel shop. Spooky works hard to keep it running.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:48 p.m.
Cloud much of today, thanks to Hurricane Nicole. But no rain here. No wind. our high was 74˚F.
I slept poorly last night. I got up at 5 a.m. I began writing about 6 a.m. I did another 1,085 words on the new Tinfoil Dossier novella, beginning Section 7. And then I spent a chunk of time editing MP2. I talked with Jun about the figures today...and other things. I wrote a couple of other paleontologists. Oh, I sent 345 grams of basal Mooreville Chalk to Anthony Maltese is Colorado to get his advice on which air scribe would be best for prepping the rest of Winifred.
I finished Cormac McCarthy's The Passenger (Book 1), and while I'm not sure it's the best thing he's ever written, it's astoundingly good. Now I have to wait for January for the second half. I think now I'm going to read everything by Algernon Blackwood again.
I need to call my mom.
Something I wrote yesterday on Twitter, and it bears repeating over and over and over: Everyone please keep in mind, just because things did not go as badly last night as many expected, American democracy is still on the ropes, and the GQP is gonna come back from these defeats with the viciousness of a rabid dog. We have a long, long way to go to safety. Sure, no Red Wave. Yes, Trump has egg on his face and the other are questioning if the useful idiot is still useful. Abortion is protected in a couple of states. But we still stand at the edge of the precipice. Democracy, to mix metaphors, is still increasingly thin ice. And we have to keep that in mind and not become complacent.
Please, has a look at the Big Cartel shop. Spooky works hard to keep it running.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:48 p.m.