- This morning, while I was driving back to the house, the title “The Wights of Their Eyes” popped into my head. I have no idea where that came from or where it will take me, but it goes in the ever-growing file of things to write about.
- Following the family tradition of “Boo got sick last week, so Dad gets sick this week”, I’m sick.
- Luckily, it’s not flu. This particular brand of not-flu includes headaches, fever and chills, body aches, listlessness, and a smart mouth.
- The doctor said that the smart mouth might be congenital.
- NyQuil fever dreams are enhanced when you fall asleep watching a docudrama about a nuclear power disaster.
- Nothing says “hectic couple of months” like finding two claim tickets from last year and saying “Oh, yeah, I need to call my gunsmith.”
- I’ve been listening to biographies of mafia figures lately.
- Some authors become too close to their subjects, sometimes literally. It seems to cause some kind of Stockholm Syndrome in which the author writes the life of a worthless, conniving, manipulative scumbag as if he were some modern-day Robin Hood.
- In this version, however, Robin Hood puts two behind Little John’s ear because the Sheriff of Nottingham is getting too close.
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Posted by daddybear71 on January 28, 2020
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OldNFO
/ January 29, 2020Interesting musing today… LOL And it ‘could’ be because those authors don’t want 2 behind THEIR ear…
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daddybear71
/ February 2, 2020A couple of authors who imprint themselves upon their subject say exactly that in their books.
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Phssthpok
/ February 1, 2020My immediate thought train was:
“Don’t FIRE til you see the Wights of their eyes!”
Wherein Wights are ‘undead’ usually associated with cold/ice, and ‘fire’ would be the most effective weapon against such.
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daddybear71
/ February 2, 2020That’s about where my mind was going. We’ll see where that leads
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