Kathe heard a coyote yipping and howling last night. Sounded like it was about five blocks away, she said. Okay, Corvallis is only about 50,000 people, and I saw one just a couple of miles outside of town, but still a wonderfully spooky (and trickstery) thing. Sorry I missed it. //The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Be careful of wishing for a visit from a trickster."\\

Shoot-'Em-Ups

I have finally noticed that I read comics in two modes: one for Persepolis and Vogelein, and another for Birds of Prey and 52. The latter serve for me the function Ace Double Novels did for my father (what he referred to as "shoot-'em-ups"). I think other people establish these categories early in life, often discarding one or the other entirely. Not sure what that means, either the division or the timing, but it's something I have noticed. //The Magic Eight-Ball says, "A rolling stone gathers momentum."\\

The Ink Fairy

Okay, that's just weird.*

Spots of inky black liquid are appearing at seemingly random places around the house. So far there is (no pun intended) no pattern we can make out.

I'm tempted to walk through the house saying, "When I said I was hoping for ink, I meant publicity for The Christmas Mutiny!"

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Don't look at me, my ink is all staying inside."\\

* I think I'll make this a new tag.

It's Up There

I stood on the porch and looked up at the evening sky. There was just one brilliant light, high and bright. I thought it was too high to be Venus, and therefore presumed it was Jupiter. Which was cool, because someone I know is particularly fond of Jupiter.

But I looked it up, and it was indeed Venus.

But that's okay, because one way or another, it was Brightly Shining.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Shine on."\\