by Larry Brody
…Here’s the best pic of him I’ve ever seen.
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Per Herbie J’s email to me:
…Here’s the best pic of him I’ve ever seen.
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Per Herbie J’s email to me:
Thanks to master craftsman and fiction podcaster supreme Bob Tinsley for bestowing this honor upon my most deserving superhero (her hobby is quantum physics!) wife!

via Facebook, but what can you do?
…And I know I have a lot of you because my life has always been about dreaming-fantasizing-leaving-this-world-for-another-one-just-around-the bend.
Which leads me to this daily segment of Stephan Pastis’ comic strip, Pearls Before Swine from about a week ago:

UNUSUAL NOTE FROM LB: For those not in the know, which is roughly everyone in the universe, Gwen the Beautiful and I have lived on the Olympic Peninsula, across Puget Sound (and around the bend) from Seattle for over 10 years.

We live in a resort community in the woods, in a home we love even if it isn’t horsified acreage on top of our own mountain and bears no resemblance in terms of lifestyle (except for woods and the long drive to reach most shopping and services) to our former abode.
I’d be worried about the headline here giving away the punchline, but this isn’t really that kind of comic, is it?

Just between us, I think we’re all unreliable narrators, and not only on the page. And science seems to agree.