I am absolutely crushed by this news. The world has lost one of its finest actors.
Rest In Peace, Mr. Rickman.

Maybe you just don't have the time or energy for it because of other commitments?

Morris Dancing is employed as a martial art!

Whoot! Cancellation League score! ;-)

Nearly finished with The Comedians history of American stand up, and I've just barely started Mary Beard's SPQR. The Vault-Dwellers' Survival Guide for Fallout 4 is rather embarrassingly constituted most of my reading for three weeks, because I have an obsession that needs feeding.
I'll be ordering Bill Bryson's The…

And the Americans were big, dopey dogs.

That's because Jefferson was a wretched public speaker. He was a great writer, but completely for shit at oratory.

You love the fiery crater! That's what got you into the business! That and the endless line of nymphs.

Quiet, you! You want to set it back another month?

Filled with Fallout 4 fun! How was yours?

All eagles are weirdos!

I've fallen into a Fallout 4 -shaped hole and I like it there! I've emerged briefly to watch parts of the new Critical Role (which I still haven't finished: unprecedented), read a bit, and occasionally remind myself to eat and deal with basic hygiene issues. I'm as clappy as a ham!

I always thought his reviews were a bit too acid…

"Drink banned cough syrup" is always good advice.

Ravenous?

That's our pots and pans.

Seconded on the Fiestaware.

On a pogo stick!

That's my plan B. I'm going to develop a sudden, wild enthusiasm for opiates and alcohol that won't void my
life insurance. Plan A involved blowing my brains out,
but that's just mess, trauma and financial loss for those you leave behind.

Always a major preoccupation of mine.