|Mammy, where's my drama queen crown?|
I thought it pretty funny that our pastor preached on Romans 13 on Sunday morning, then that night at church we celebrated our successful rebellion against George III.
I rather liked Doomfinger's summary of Good Hater: A thesis without the boring bits, submitted in complete fulfillment of awesome. I just hope he's not trying to spare my feelings.
I may actually have a 'surprise' book or three out before "Penhallow's 'Indian Wars' for Modern Readers" is published in September. It seems that a trio of my old "Tales of the Red Brethren" fantasy tales just might beat that to Kindle. I'm not doing it, but I've been warned by a very sexy lady editor not to even think about publishing those. So with my birthday coming up, that might be my present.
When I was in Duluth a few months ago, I surreptitiously poured about 4" of rain in my (precipitation-obsessive) father's rain gauge. He was totally excited, until I sent him a picture of me desecrating his backyard altar to Tlaloc.Then he laughed at the pwnage, but I could tell he was bummed. Suddenly Duluth got 9" of rain, flooded like hell, and he's all like, "Wow, that's too much water." First time since 1972 that he's had too much water. I'm sure I'm going to turn into him someday, not that it's a bad thing, all things considered.