Sometimes, you just come across strange things. Peter Weller talking about a Robocop statue in Detroit, for example.
In other news, I am teaching Mark Twain to a student who likes it (which is rare, but not so rare I haven't ever seen it, but not common enough that I am complacent with it), writing a short story where dead people narrate, working away on my new novel, and paying off the bills as they come.
It's March.
Feels like it shouldn't be.
In other news, I am teaching Mark Twain to a student who likes it (which is rare, but not so rare I haven't ever seen it, but not common enough that I am complacent with it), writing a short story where dead people narrate, working away on my new novel, and paying off the bills as they come.
It's March.
Feels like it shouldn't be.
