It's been too long between substantial posts. Work, faire, life... they all conspire. But until I find brain space to update, I have a story to tell ( Read more... )

Had a bittersweet pang as I watched the end of last week's "Deadwood." While the rest of the camp was at the theatre troupe's amateur night, Swearengen moped about the Gem. As the evening wore on, he sang a tune to amuse himself - "Pills of White Mercury", in fact. The words were different and he didn't return to the chorus, but there it was all ( Read more... )