Dr. Geoffrey M, Queer Sophisticate

You are the best.

I knew I should have tracked down Tori Amos b-sides with the same intensity I did with Kate Bush. Thank you for the music, Spider.

One thing I like about seeing messages like this is that I get to read all the responses as I scroll back and try to figure out how they began.

And I am always wrong. There is no way I could guess the origin.

The idea of artistic/creative talent needs to go away. It's a skill, and one developed over a long time. The creative people I know mostly started in that direction as children.

And the whole collection, so you can go from abject horror to romance.

(With regard to the original post, however, assume me to be making uncharitable gestures with one hand.)

This might rival "And then the murders began" as best second sentence of any novel.

YouTube video by HD Retro Trailers The Limey (1999) ORIGINAL TRAILER [HD]

RIP Terence Stamp

If you’ve never seen THE LIMEY, correct that immediately

I have a lasting fondness for Five Deadly Venoms, and recommend it to everyone.

Bald white man with glasses, a white beard around his upper and lower lips, and a black shirt.

I haven't yet decided if I like this look or not. Leave a comment, you non-bot followers, to tell me if I should either get rid of it completely or let the rest of the beard grow back.

Unrelated: such a great movie.

Sorry, this is long overdue from when you posted, but: YES. Make that decision, do your sex things, and don't make it a woman's responsibility.

It's not that difficult.

(Yes, "sex things," I say, like a complete expert on the subject. You know, with the... parts and stuff.)

Betteridge's Law reaches Biblical studies.

Once again, the bear would be better.

There was a time when I only criticized his truly terrible takes on religion, because I didn't know if he was good in his own field, but I am starting to wonder.

It's a long story.

I escalate as needed:

Friendly: Geoffrey is okay
Unfriendly: It's Dr. M
Really Unfriendly: It's Rev. Dr. M.

Me at home for several weeks: Everyone hates me, so this is best.

Me when I go out: Why is everyone coming up to hug me and say how much they missed me? Must be a mistake.

Someday, I will learn.

I really ought to start Bumble Bear as a dating app for women. Match with an actual bear! It will probably turn out better.

That's incredible.

"'Soup for the family' and the 'Subway Slinger': Overabundance as revolutionary tool in the former United States of the early 21st century," delivered to the Icelandic History Society, 2225.

(And don't even try to watch anything with a grimoire, or you have to put up with me pausing, studying the screen, and saying, "That's not what this page is about at all.")

I get annoyed by books: specifically, either scenes of someone looking at a library shelf that has plot-related books next to each other when they should be in completely different sections, or illustrations in old manuscripts that I know were from centuries later.

YouTube video by Virgil Pink The Legendary Pink Dots - Destined To Repeat

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Oh, bother. It's going to be an annoying night. Be well, everyone.

I have no nemesis, but am apparently someone else's nemesis. Him, I don't think much about at all, but he calls me the Joker to his Batman.

Which is silly, because at best, I am the Riddler to his Matter-Eater Lad.

Dear Lord, Chicago.

Just a friendly reminder that I've published some stuff on DTRPG for Scion 2e.

If you need quick grab weapons or antagonists, or just inspiration to make your own, you can check out my list here: www.drivethrurpg.com/en/browse?au...

Weeks ago: Ach, I fell, sprained my ankle and hurt my shoulder!

Yesterday: Finally, everything is almost better.

Today: Ach, I fell and hurt my shoulder!

(Don't ever get old and/or disabled.)

Well, that's it.

This winter, I will choose a Canadian writer and send them a log, under the condition they send it to another Canadian a year later. Maybe they can add their name to it.

Spread the word. The decision will be arbitrary, but I need to know you exist.

I... Can we get this as writers? Doesn't matter what it's for, but I would like to bring some giant thing home other than my cat.

(I would be happy with an enormous log, granted for no reason, that I would pass on to another Canadian every year.)

Do you have any idea how many chemicals it takes to get those painted-on jeans off at night?!?

I swear, I'm practically a Ken doll now.