This one's for Morn

Tasty Bacon Pringles are harsh. Don't believe I've ever given up halfway through a cannister before.

Mary S. Lovell's "The Mitford Girls" (2001) is quite the best biography I've read - and there was a time I read nothing but bios (most of them borrowed from Mayfield Library). It's impeccably researched, dotted with diamantine sentences and never less than fascinating. You find yourself falling for each of the famous sisters in turn...except poor deluded Unity.

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Treating myself to Sakae after a day too demanding for a proper meal break, I was positioned near a trio of American businessman who I'd estimate were closer to 60 than 50. I wasn't following their convo, but a comment about a Jackson Browne concert one had attended while in college caught my ear. "He opened with 'Running On Empty'," said the fellow, as if no further explanation was necessary. When I arrived home, I felt compelled to bust out "The Very Best Of JB". What a song.

I'd gone to a normally deserted stretch of the NSW coast with SC and LC to investigate rock carvings revealed when erosion caused a huge chunk of vegetation to fall away from a cliff face. We had their pet cat on a leash. In spite of the fact that (a) he's an indoor cat, and (b) putting cats on leashes is stupid. We weren't alone – lots of folks had also made the drive/hike to observe this unusual phenomenon. There were two small black dogs leaping wavelets. And the carvings were astonishing! Not Aboriginal but Middle-Eastern in style, they seemingly depicted scenes from a royal court. "Babylonian," stated a bearded academic type. We stared at them without speaking as the tide ate into the narrow strip of sand on which we stood. Then it struck me: "They look like vampires." As one, we realised that the mouth of every figure showed tiny fang points. Dom dom DOM! End of dream.

Prompted by MR: Comedy persona Neil Hamburger may be intentionally unfunny/offensive/disturbing on stage, however, "his" Twitter feed - used to bait celebrities and insult clueless, insincere question-asking manufacturers - is hilarious. http://twitter.com/#!/NeilHamburger


Needed for "Innistrad" set: Liliana Of The Veil (holy crap, she's already US$59.99 at Star City Games!), Stromkirk Noble.


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