Tuesday, November 25, 2025

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Favorite Stories of the 2000[ ]s.

“Song at Evenfall

I have no silver gifts for thee,
No scented words nor frankincense:
Only this love, that burns in me
Like a vain fire in valleys whence
The sun has flown beyond the sea.

Though moon and dawn alike delay,
Let love the mobled ways illume,
As once, on evening roads, the ray
Of Venus thrilled athwart the gloom
And led us home from far away.”

—Clark Ashton Smith

A ride on Little Mothra.

"Yes, I have a preferred parking spot at my supermarket. And yes I get annoyed when someone else parks there. Don’t they know?" —@redd5.bsky.social

I do so at all the places i revisit but what got my goat the most was when i didn't get my regular spot at the coffeehouse.

Of course, when i was in Prague i wanted to sit in a place at one of their ancient coffeehouses & they said i couldn't sit there because the spot was reserved for one of their famous Czech writers. Imagine.

Some parts of this timeline are just too gross but i remind myself there's bound to be a writer getting ready to make a hilarious novel out of these two monsters & i might even read it.

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