Currently, it's cloudy as fuck all and 43˚F here in Woodstock. Tomorrow, I have to be in Manhattan, only for a few hours, and it's going to be colder and windy as hell. It's going to be windy as hell here, too, but here I can huddle in the cabin like a frightened rabbit and wait for the wendigo to pass me by. In Manhattan, I'll have to think of ( Read more... )

There's another two to four inches of snow on the way. But, on the other, we're supposed to see temperatures rise to 50˚F on Wednesday. Sooner or later, this stuff has to melt. Right now, it's 11˚F.

Already, the end of February. Die, winter, die.

So, Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird has lost its artist - again. Yes, this book is cursed ( Read more... )