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I feel like the word avuncular was invented for the primary purpose of describing a descending-into-dotage Dr. John Watson. Other applications are just ancillary benefits.

I love that the owner of a major metropolitan newspaper funded the creation of supervillains in order to take down the costumed hero he didn't like for inexplicable reasons and everyone is just cool with it.

Turns out Keen is a damn compelling long form storyteller. I’m hating him more by the minute.

Gonna agree with Dawn here: it's awkward to see a naked sculpture of your boyfriend made by his blind ex-girlfriend, who clearly needed some first-hand experience in order to accurately render its curvature.

I've always found Holmes's aptitude for disguises and his embrace of theatricality at odds with his overall persona--but, hey: I have the appearance of a the worlds's coolest human being, and I own a Nelson album. We're all walking paradoxes.

I'm glad Russell shares Holmes's gift.

This story is inherently interesting, but I feel like Kean could have written a user guide for Windows ME and made it sound fascinating.

Time for another go-round with the always entertaining Sam Kean. If you haven't checked out this cat's previous books, they're all great, but I especially recommend Caesar's Last Breath.

I think this is going to be delightful.

All right, friends--let's enter the weekend on a positive note. Comment below on something nice you've seen someone do for someone else recently, completely unprompted.

Do that by Sunday night and I'll do something nice for you--send you a free copy of The Strange Task Before Me.

Now, get out there and remind people that the world isn't all doom and gloom...

I really dig the love/hate relationship that Spidey and the Human Torch had way back in the early days. They're like comics' first frenemies.

Slogging blindly through a swamp in the middle of the night is like the second scariest, stinkiest, grossest place I can think of to be.

(The first, naturally, is the President's boxers.)

I think I might (metaphorically, not literally) be into the Silver Surfer for the first time.

Interrogative: is it possible to read about a donut shop, even in passing and when the donuts don't really make an appearance in or have anything to do with a story, and NOT want one? Asking for a friend who really, really wants donuts suddenly.

(This friend is strikingly handsome, incidentally, and boy is he a hoot at parties.)

I like how Leonardo basically talked trash to other people who might possibly be interested in cutting open dead people and drawing them, as though it's a highly coveted and sought-after pastime.

"Oh, you want to saw open a cadaver and draw it's heart, do you? Well, you'd better be able to draw as well as I can. And can you stomach the disgusting, putrid stench? Because I can. I'm amazing at it."

So, I'm staying at a B&B where there's a 97% chance someone gets murdered (https://twitter.com/Gibknight/status/...) and I'm like, "Ooh, let's read a new mystery! Pendergast always does the trick!" Only now I'm on some safari in Africa, and it's not quite the right vibe...

Come on, now...we could have spent a little more time with 2nd Edition, could we not?

(THAC0 for life, bitches!)

You know, bots, if you're going to be spamming all of my reviews, couldn't you at least start writing gobbledybook (see what I did there?) reviews of The Strange Task Before Me or The Chronicle of Heloise & Grimple? They'll make about as much to you as your comments do to me, which I feel like would make us even.

I'll also add this: 00110111001110110001

I'm not sure if Leonardo or I am the greatest left-handed person in history, but we're both conclusive proof of left-handed superiority.

Sorry, 90% of the world.

I really feel like the Fool needs a name. I mean, people don’t call me “Marketing” because that’s what I do.

Though, they DO call me fool...hmmm.

Another thing Leonardo and I have in common: writing recommendation letters extolling our own virtues in the third person.

It’s just so crazy that we’re basically like the same person in two chronally different bodies.

This is just ridiculous. But that's not a criticism.

Sometimes I think Batman just needs a good tickle.

Sometimes art "experts" are so full of excrement.

And, for my literally hundreds of new bot followers, may I add "0011001100011101010101000110111."*

(*Which, of course, loosely translates to human speak as, "But still preferable to you digital blood-sucking leeches, may your geographic overlords (you know who you are) choke on their own arrogance, ideally slowly, and shit themselves whilst they do so.")

All these new bot followers on GR...goodness. I feel like the analog Billy Joel to the digital Uptown Girls of the world. Their mommas better start telling them why they shouldn't be following me...

I’m such a sucker for magic secret societies. It’s like finding Good Will Hunting when I’m flipping channels—I just can’t help myself.

Every once in a while, I like to write some non-fiction. In this instance, it's about a very sticky situation.

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It's okay to talk about infertility, gents.

Leonardo was to drawing what I am to horrifically bad jokes.

Game recognize game.