Today’s stupid humor. Blame an overly tired brain in the middle of the night.

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Today’s stupid humor. Blame an overly tired brain in the middle of the night.

Book seventeen of 2018: Deadhouse Landing, by Ian C. Esslemont. ⭐️⭐️

I wish I knew where this image was sourced from (it was found on Facebook without any other information), because that’s a wonderful typo. Someone was in a bit of a hurry to get this edition out, I think. :)
ETA: This came from the Star Democrat of Easton, MD, on page A10 of the May 11 print issue. Credit to Josh Larios‘ sleuthing skills.

Gorgeous evening for dinner outside.

Almost walked into this #spider on our patio. Glad I saw it first!

Prairie’s prettying up our patio with impatiens!

Not my preferred genre, but this is neat: How romance novels are getting a makeover in the Trump era. “MacLean said she realized the book she was writing ‘had 275 pages of a character who probably would have voted for Donald Trump,’ so she deleted the entire manuscript.”
Best comment I’ve seen yet on Ollie North becoming the head of the NRA: “Russian-backed terror group selects noted international arms smuggler as its new President”.
Nice! Making it ever easier to vote is a good, good thing. “The King County Council today approved a measure to offer prepaid postage on ballots for this year’s primary and general elections.”
Sometime between May 3rd and May 7th, I thought this stuff was interesting. You might think so too!