The More Things Change... (248)
Sunny today. Our high was 86F.
And now I have gotten everything to Bill Schafer that he needs (I hope) to finsih with Bradbury Tales. Except...maybe an author's photo.
I have decided that I've been talking far too much in this blog. Politics. Doomsday. Technolunacy. Stuff I'm best off keeping to myself. So, here's a compromise for the three people who lamented me ending the journal: I'm just going to write about my work and not much else. Because I can't afford to run off those few readers I have left, and I have no interest in appearing as a crank or ignorant or hysterical. I even set yesterday's entry to private, belatedly, it seemed so embarassing today.
I do not know what's coming, only that it will be much worse than we want to think.
Meanwhile, as for the blog, less is more.
Today I finished Tarantino's novel version of Once Upon a Time...in Hollywood. It's very different from the movie, in good way. Not sure what I'm reading next.
I've been sorta getting by on four or five hours a sleep a night, and it's taking a toll.
Please, buy something from the shop. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:02 p.m.
And now I have gotten everything to Bill Schafer that he needs (I hope) to finsih with Bradbury Tales. Except...maybe an author's photo.
I have decided that I've been talking far too much in this blog. Politics. Doomsday. Technolunacy. Stuff I'm best off keeping to myself. So, here's a compromise for the three people who lamented me ending the journal: I'm just going to write about my work and not much else. Because I can't afford to run off those few readers I have left, and I have no interest in appearing as a crank or ignorant or hysterical. I even set yesterday's entry to private, belatedly, it seemed so embarassing today.
I do not know what's coming, only that it will be much worse than we want to think.
Meanwhile, as for the blog, less is more.
Today I finished Tarantino's novel version of Once Upon a Time...in Hollywood. It's very different from the movie, in good way. Not sure what I'm reading next.
I've been sorta getting by on four or five hours a sleep a night, and it's taking a toll.
Please, buy something from the shop. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:02 p.m.