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Saturday, February 16, 2019

The wonderful things they can do nowadays

A while ago, I found some of my extended family on Geni.com, and a (2nd? 3rd?) distant cousin who had created a page for my grandmother, although he didn't have any of the details beyond her name. While her story was a sad one, I'm very happy that with dad's help, I was able to fill in some of the blanks.

I'd also like to add that by all accounts, my Aunt Nelda (Leonarda) bore the brunt of raising her little brothers.

TTFN
-Tony

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Illustration Friday: Fire (It's been a while)

It's been a while since I did an Illustration Friday. Maybe it'll keep me off the streets.

TTFN
-Tony

Wednesday, February 06, 2019

Another Uneventful Day

I bend pipe. I pull wires through the pipe. I connect them at either end. I turn a switch on, and something lights up.

So it goes.

I've been having lots of dreams about urination lately. Praise the FSM this does not equate to bladder release in real life. According to the internet, this is supposed to be the release of repressed emotions. So apparently, I have repressed emotions about urinals.

I miss this blog, and how my friends and I would have discussions in the comment sections. These days, the comment section is just a spam-filter graveyard. All the conversations seem to be happening on Facebook. But someday, a real person will comment here again. "The statistical likelihood is that other civilizations will arise. There will, one day, be lemon-soaked paper napkins."

Speaking of social media, Google + is apparently going the way of the Dodo. No one will miss it, I think. It tried replacing Facebook the way Facebook replaced MySpace. The only problem is that it really did not do it in any way that was enough of an improvement for people to want to switch.

I read Doctor Who: Scratchman. by Tom Baker (based on a script he had written with the late Ian Marter, and apparently with some help by James Goss) it was supposed to have been a Doctor Who film in the 1970s, apparently involving Vincent Price and Twiggy. I felt sad when I finished it. Not because the book is depressing, but because it so perfectly encapsulated all the wonder and imagination that Doctor Who meant to me, once upon a time.

I was a young nerd. Now I'm a somewhat older nerd.

Speaking of being an older nerd, another short story collection is in the works (which will include "Just One of Those Human Things" and "Fishers of Men", so they can have a print release.) Then the ending to Debris of Shadows. It's weird to think of these characters frozen in time, their lives on pause. I don't have the following of G.R.R. Martin, nor do I have HBO to write an ending for me (nor would I want them to), but I promise I won't leave any of you cold.

After that, only an even older and hopefully wiser nerd will be able to tell.

Take care, my friends. I hope you're well and happy.

TTFN
-Tony