I read it for the first time only a few years ago. SciFi’s not my cup of meat, as a rule.

I should add that I am three sheets to the wind, under headphones, and banished to the guest room this evening so... fuck old age.

I’m re-reading the Dune novels that were actually written by Herbert and not his son (hence my nom de jour). The first one though, Dune, prescient vis-a-vis politics alloyed/allied with fundamentalist religious impulses.

I suspect he was an abandoned or lost pet because he was always so friendly from day one. We are heavily invested in numerous cinnamon-smelling natural anti-catpiss formulations. He’s a sweetheart with some bad habits. We don’t give a fuck. Trap-neuter-release- (adopt when you’re down to the last one). That’s my…

I feel this should be our national anthem because we just don’t understand why no one loves us anymore...

My Punkboots is like an impact sprinkler. Piss Pot Pete!

We just brought a feral into our 3-cat household. His reaction to everything (thunder, lightning, doorbell, etc) is to piss on the nearest vertical surface.

Tell me there’s a slice of cucumber in that melange, and I will pledge my loyalty to you!

Wifely Idaho is watching the Democratic debates. I’m insulting my liver with Scotland’s best.

I am with you, friend. And I mean business...

“Wiccan terrorist”... Those words just met. They've never even been in the same room before.

Authoritative voice says, “Nope. You sound justifiably saddened by events and therefore situationally validated for mass consumption of the alcoholic beverage of your choice.”

Yesterday (11/13) was my 64th birthday. Feel free to drink to my health.

That’s a pretty brilliant idea, deerlady. It could be especially effective if everyone were holding up the same book, eg, The New Jim Crow or a book by Ta-Nehisi Coates. You know it would get picked up by the national news media if enough people showed up. Of course, given the nature of GOP supporters, it could easily…

Please tell me this is directed at Mylie Sawdust:

I’ve definitely got to quit reading Jez and Gawker. I mean how much hate and murderous rage can one heart be expected to contain before a person just strokes out for good?

It’s just clumsy writing. The position of ‘with’ in the first clause is what's making you stumble.

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In case you were wondering, here’s a picture of Michael Oatman. He’s said to possess a wicked topspin serve.