Moe Lane's Blog, page 708
June 22, 2021
Flogging Molly coming to DC 09/26/21.
Tickets . I can’t wait for them to be. It’s not whether or not I’m going to go see Flogging Molly: it’s a question on how much I’m going to spend. I don’t know if the VIP package is cost-effective, but by God it sounds attractive.
Moe Lane
PS: So does the 2022 cruise, but that’s a lot of money to spend on, well, me. I could publish another book for that kind of cash.
Happyish Prime Day! Buy my books!
‘Happyish’ because they kind of need better deals for Prime Day. Although admittedly I got a decent sale on some DVDs yesterday… anyway, I have books! They’re not on Prime Day sales, but they’re priced rather nicely anyway. Check them out!
June 21, 2021
So I think I caught the crud.
It’s not the coronavirus – I’m not running a fever, my throat’s just a little hoarse, and I’m vaccinated – but there are other things to catch. I had to cancel a pool trip and going to see THE HITMAN’S WIFE’S BODYGUARD. Which mildly sucked, obviously. On the other hand, I got the living room cleaned, which is always nice.
The TED LASSO Season 2 trailer.
You kept waiting for it to become… something. Cynical. Mocking. Cruelly dismissive. Hollywood. And then the season was over, and you realized that, crap, they really meant it. It’s just, you know, good. Like, opposite-of-evil good.
I have no idea where TED LASSO came from, and I’m terrified that they won’t be able to pull more of it out. But I’m ready to let them try.
06/21/21 Snippet, WE LIKE TO TALK ABOUT THE PLACE.
Mrs. Haversham!
Patreon!Speaking of local legends: everybody back then must have known what had happened in the Place. I mean, they lived through it, right? Only nobody ever wrote down any of the details. Not even Mrs. Haversham. Nothing public, nothing on the record. Not even when she was writing letters to the editor or putting questions to the town council.
And almost nobody talked about her, either. The only person who ever did was my dad, and he was a kid when all of this was happening, so he just remembers a few things. Like how tired and smaller Mrs. Haversham got, the longer she went on. Like she was burning a candle inside her, my dad said. You could see the light guttering behind her eyes. Then I guess she got sick. The death notice in the paper said ‘after a short illness,’ and one surviving member of her family told me that meant cancer.
“It was quick,” Henrietta Fletcher said as we sat on her porch. She was Haversham’s husband’s niece, and was pretty bright-eyed for somebody in her nineties. “And that was a mercy for poor Aunt Millie. The doctor said it was a tumor in the brain. I suppose they could treat it now, but back then we didn’t have all these computers and drugs. All we could do was make her comfortable.”
Tweet of the Day, Happy World Giraffe Day! edition.
Why not celebrate it by buying my books?
Today is 6-21-21. The summer solstice was around 11:32pm ET last night, so although yesterday was the longest day of the year, today is only about a second shorter. It's also World Giraffe Day, which makes sense. Two longest days, world's tallest animals.
— Caleb Howe (@CalebHowe) June 21, 2021
Here is a giraffe. pic.twitter.com/lASO3YLhAH
June 20, 2021
Got caught up on editing MORGAN BAROD.
Let a couple of chapters build up, but that’s done now. Things… proceed. And regular posting will resume tomorrow.
Happy Father’s Day!
I celebrated mine by driving across two states, and tonight the festivities will continue with a baronial meeting. But there’s AC now and the children were excellent all weekend, so things are good. I even managed 8 hours of sleep for two nights’ straight! Truly, it is a time of wonders.
June 19, 2021
Happy Juneteenth!
Something of a tradition around here at the site, but I was going to put it out tomorrow. It turns out, though, that the Chrome appvon my phone pulls my data. …Which is really creepy, but never mind that. Happy end of slavery day!
June 18, 2021
Tweet Thread of the Day, They Do Not Mess Around In Mississippi Fantasy Football edition.
Via @EsotericCD.
I am coming to you live from a Brandon, Mississippi Waffle House. I, a total loser, came in last place in my fantasy football league. As punishment, I spend 24 hours in a Waffle House. Every waffle I eat shaves an hour off the clock. It’s 4:07 Central. pic.twitter.com/oRugzU7rQT
— Lee Sanderlin (@LeeOSanderlin) June 17, 2021
Also: enjoy your weekend! I’m not taking my Chromebook with me.
