I had some big productivity plans yesterday, but I was slightly delayed at the start of the day when someone, not me, needed a pastry. Just because I didn’t need a pastry doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to get a pastry, however.
Or so I thought.
It turns out there are no decent pastry shops open in Brisbane on a Monday, so after driving around for an hour, I had to settle on a small Basque cheesecake from Banneton Bakery instead.
As always with McSweeney, this is very funny. But I wish they’d done Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Tim Walz is America’s dad.
George Washington is America’s father.
Pedro Pascal is America’s daddy.
Jimmy Carter is America’s “one that got away.”
Stanley Tucci is America’s second husband who breathed new life into America as America was picking up the pieces after America’s divorce.
My daughter was looking at buying a Kindle for her overseas trip, which seemed a waste to me since I had a bunch of e-readers scattered around my office. I gave her my Oasis, the waterproof one. But having done that, I decided I’d replace it with a new Scribe, Amazon’s move into the digital notebook market.
I think I posted a link to a bit on Pete Wells, the New York Times’ restaurant critic, retiring a while back. He has another farewell piece today (free link), more elegiac in tone—a long lament about the dehumanisation of restaurants.
I’ll probably write something long and thoughtful about this for the Boob on Friday, but today is my birthday. The big Six-Oh-My-Fucking-God. I was going to just have a normal workday because the bills don’t care about these things. They just keep coming. But so do the years - until they don’t. So, I decided to at least have a Rancho Relaxo day at work. A bit of writing, a bit of editing, a lot of thinking.
It’s been nearly a month since I re-released Felafel in ebook, and about a week or two since I put the print version out there. The ebook is doing fine, but the print version is … weird.
Not JD Vance weird. Just uh… Not really behaving itself.
I listed it at $24.99, which is about as cheap as I can go with print-on-demand before I start losing money on each sale. (There are no economies of scale with PoD.) But for some reason, it’s listed on Amazon for over sixty bucks.
I’m only twelve years late to the party, but I’ve been enjoying the hell out of 2012’s time travel sci-fi series Continuum. It’s a Canadian effort that ran for four seasons and I have no idea whether they wrapped it up with a finale. But I’mma watch it all the way through, I’ve decided. It’s just too much fun.
I put some girth back on after my melanoma op and skin graft, partly because I couldn’t exercise much, and partly because I was knocking back beers and good feeds every day with Jason while he was visiting. No biggie. Once I got over the surgery I got back to training and cleaned up my diet.
