A sunny day. Our high was 89˚F.

It was sort of a loss, today. I didn't get anything done on Bradbury Weather, though I did talk with both Darren Naish (UK paleontologist) and Bill Schafer (SubPress) about the cover art for the Living a Boy's Adventure Tale chapbook ( Read more... )

At least the sun came back about half an hour ago, and the sky above Shades Mountain is pink. We got a cold snap, that, for this year, amounts to a veritable goddamn ice age. The high was only in the mid 40s˚F. But worry not. By Xmas day, we're gonna be back up around 70˚F ( Read more... )

Currently, it's 50˚F.

I've had worse Thanksgivings, so there's that. Say, 1995. Or 1992. Or 2005. Just off the top pf my head. Those were vastly worse. But toady wasn't so very fucking hot. We didn't make it out to my mom's, and I'm sorry about that.

Tonight, we watched Martin Scorsese's The Irishman, which I adored, even if I couldn't quite buy ( Read more... )

It's a beautiful evening here in Birmingham, sunset turning the tops of the clouds pink and violet. Currently, it's 86˚F, with the heat index at 89˚F.

Today was supposed to be a McWane day. I had ambitions of finishing with the coronoid and the splenial both today, finishing the mechanical prep work and the acid bath and so forth. But then I didn' ( Read more... )

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Today I began something new for the next digest, and did 645 words. But it might not be the right thing for now, so I'll just have to see how things go tomorrow.

Missed the ballgame today to write; Alabama won against Arkansas, 65 to 31.

Last night, after I made my entry, we watched Roger Avery's Killing Zoe (1994), to get the taste of The Vault ( Read more... )

Night again. It gets dark earlier in Birmingham than in Providence. Tonight, for example, 8:00 here vs. 8:24 in Providence ( Read more... )

Just a few images that have piled up over the last couple of days, some of which wound up on Twitter (shudder) and Facebook, but this is a more permanent sort of place to save them ( Read more... )