Oh...I was just quoting the movie ‘The Sure Thing’...

Who invented liquid soap and why?

OMG please someone offer me $2 million dollars for my werewolf-in-a-zombie-apocalypse novels!

Oh, I do. Wyoming, baby. Hottest day where I live is about 90.

I’ve queried several agents; so far, no takers! Darn it... and I used ‘Toni’.

Better than I look at almost 50!

Ah, see, I didn’t factor in my ferals outside...so that makes....10.

The Tedbot is broken. Being forced to interact with humans and maintain an approximation of human behavior has fried all circuits.

I have five cats. My mother, who moved in with me a few months ago, brought her own cat (plus two geckos and two hermit crabs), giving us a total of six cats.

Damn. I was really hoping to hear that I’d been picked up by a literary agent. Well, this good news will have to suffice, I suppose.

That is some sweet shade.

What’s happening? Nothing important. To anyone. Anywhere.

Henry Cavill is just bad as Superman. Bring back Brandon Routh!

Pretty sure that would be considered a war crime...but let’s go for it!

I am intrigued by his ideas and would like to subscribe to his newsletter.

For a snazzy hat, death to America too!

Never a better time to launch my ‘Bring Back Brandon Routh As Superman!’ campaign.

I see that, too. We seem to be willingly moving toward a new kind of segregation - if you aren’t my specific ethnicity/sex/sexual preference/marital status/political beliefs/education level/etc., then you have no right to read/sing/write/talk/express opinions about me. That seems terribly insular to me.

Dear lord, yes. I like helping others, but find it so overwhelming sometimes to do ANYTHING because it feels like tossing a pebble into the ocean and expecting to cause a tidal wave. You can get locked into a perfect kind of inactivity, because if you do nothing at all then there’s no chance that you’ll disappoint…

Except for the German Shepherd Best in Breed, poor thing, which looked surprisingly like that hunchback dog.