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