January 74th

Not much on the ol' mind today: A perfect day for blogging! Here are some thoughts.

• Gabe has somehow posted a blog from Friday, May 9th. Not to be outdone, I shall see if I can post this on January 74th, 2018.

• I finished up a story-thing yesterday. Well, rather, I took the one I had written in October and changed it up some, added a new scene I'd been thinking about for a while, sent it to 3 friends: The Very Good Editor; Always Supportive of My Work; and A Much Better Writer than Me for perusing.

• So far they have not written back to me. Is this because they are Gay!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

• Speaking of people being assumed to be Gay, the new rule at the Scoreboard is that I am not allowed to go near the jukebox until after all the regulars have left.
  

• Blogger is telling me: "Illegal post date," now that I have tried to save this as having been written on January 74th, 2018. Is this because it is Gay!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I cannot think of a single other thing to tell you. Please enjoy this picture of me wearing sunglasses:



And this one of me reading a famous poet's poem outside of his famous house one year ago when I still had long hair:



And this one of the time we journeyed to Oregon on our wagon, and there were Indians coming over the hills, and me and Gabe tried to warn Lexie, but she refused to listen, because she was busy going off on a tirade about how Hezbollah is really a legitimate resistance organization, not truly confessional or sectarian and certainly not a "terrorist" organization as the White House claims, and we were like, Yo, chill out Lexie, the complexities of Lebanese politics are profoundly difficult to untangle, and this isn't the time for this, what with these Indians coming over the hills:



And man! Was she shocked when it turned out that it wasn't Indians on the horizon at all, it was......



...Emily Summerfield!