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Boom! Winter.

This is one of the weirdest things about Maryland. Every year, summer lingers forever. When I got married on November 5th, 2005, it was seventy degrees out and perfect (especially with all the romantic leaves still coming down). This lasts so long, you forget that you actually live in a temperate zone… and then WHAM! Lazy winds and temperatures just above freezing.

Sigh. Back to real pants, I guess. The pandemic absolutely spoiled me on sweatpants, honestly. Comfortable, soft, easy on the waist… and absolutely unsuitable for weather outside of a very small range of temperatures. Jeans it is.

Moe Lane

PS: Because I felt like complaining about it and this whine is too long for Twitter. What’s the point of still keeping a blog running in this horrible digital post-apocalyptic hellscape if I can’t kvetch about things? No retreat, baby, no surrender…

The November Patreon stuff is up!

I’m mildly cheating, but only mildly. Chapter Four of BANSHEE BEACH had tons of [put something cool in here] notes, which is both necessary and a terrifying thing to do. What if you forget? …I’ve seen those things get as far as an E-ARC. It’s a valid fear.

Anyway:

Patreon!

Behold!

Short Story: Chapter Four of BANSHEE BEACH: It’s Forty Miles to Red Beach. The world of the Fermi Resolution is kind of weird, because it’s post-apocalyptic, not medieval. This book’s gonna get into that a little, methinks.RPG Material: The Cunning Land, Part One: Background. This is gonna be a little more hard-edged than originally conceived. The trick is gonna be not to make it too hard-edged.

IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE PROPHECY.

GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS?

Santa Claus Is Comin’ To Town, Bruce Springsteen

#commissionearned

The Critical Drinker reviews WICKED.

(Via Instapundit) He… liked it, actually. Which is impressive, because the media blitz for WICKED is giving off heavy It’s Not For You vibes for, I dunno, roughly half the population? But apparently it’s good, if you like musicals and/or the original stage production.

Well, that’s cool. Not everything has to be made for me. …I can pretty much end that statement there, huh? Because, really, it’s true: not everything has to be made for me.

My mini-review of RED ONE.

Short version: …I swear to God, some people just don’t like silly, slightly sloppy fun.

Slightly longer version: the guy whose place I held in the snack line so that he could get his pregnant wife properly situated had seen RED ONE a week earlier, and he told me it was a good bad film. …That’s fair. High Cinema it is not. But it was goofy entertainment and Christmas-y at the same time, albeit with a bunch of cussing and a highly contrived excuse to visit a beach in Aruba. When it comes on, you’ll probably like it.

I personally feel like sometimes movie critics need to grade more on a curve. This is one of those times.

Black Friday sale for FROZEN DREAMS and TINSEL RAIN!

Both FROZEN DREAMS and TINSEL RAIN are only 99 cents on Kindle this weekend! Set in my Fermi Resolution series, I can say with no little confidence that they will be the best post-apocalyptic high urban fantasy pulp detective stories you will read today. Check them out.

#commissionearned

‘The Thanksgiving Song.’

As is traditional.

The Thanksgiving Song, Adam Sandler

#commissionearned

Hrm. Maybe I WILL go see RED ONE.

Those are some good numbers RED ONE’s pulling. Critics hated it + audience loved it = big, sloppy fun, usually. I could do with some big, sloppy fun.

‘Mashed Sweet Potatoes in Orange Cups.’

This was one of the things my wife made for Thanksgiving because I was on bird and mashed potatoes and broccolini duty. Come, I will conceal nothing: I had signed off on trying it politely as part of my husbandly duties right up to the first bite. I ate the whole thing and was kind of happy that there wasn’t more, because I would have made myself a pig over it.

She fiddled with the recipe, upping the butter, orange, and the syrup, skipping the pecan drizzle, substituting almonds for walnuts because I have an allergy, and adding cinnamon on the sensible theory that everything else in the recipe went well with the spice. All in all, it was delicious. I won’t mind having it again.

Moe Lane

PS: I decided not to take pictures of the food. Everything came out great and everybody else is showing off their food today anyway.

“As God is my witness…”

“…I thought turkeys could fly.”