Outage, and innage

Well I certainly disappeared, electronically, last night, which is the reason for only one measly post yesterday. We had a power outage at the house. Hence, a restful evening. We live down a very “picturesque” street, as Ruben knows. This means that the road is narrow and meandering, and the power lines are buried, making Continue reading Outage, and innage

qotd

They wanted in Hollywood to make the definitive spy picture. And they came to me to supervise the project, you know, because I think that, if you know me at all, you know that death is my bread and danger my butter – oh, no, danger’s my bread, and death is my butter. No, no, Continue reading qotd