I smile like Herbert Hoover when the big bands play.

I wrote here about the Sparks concert I attended last night.

Iain Banks, The Wasp Factory (1984)

Iain Banks is a well-regarded Scottish novelist I'd never read.  He recently announced on his website that, at the age of fifty-nine, he's been diagnosed with advanced gall bladder cancer and is unlikely to have more than a year to live.  This, it's fair to say, sucks a lot, so I decided to pay my respects by finally reading this, his first and (I suppose) best-known novel, which I had been meaning to for a while.

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Ducks Update

You'd better believe that Duck Comics Revue is getting more love than this place currently is!  Since I've last mentioned that blog here, I wrote about five Romano Scarpa Mickey stories, and just the other day I wrote about the Disney comic with the Worst Title Ever--and not just of Disney comics; of things in general.  Check 'em out!

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Idea for a crossover between English traditional folk music and The Family Circus: John Barfycorn.

Thank you.