Seriously, though, has anyone ever noticed that the building for Appalachian power has some goddam Stalinist architecture?
It’s like something out of Nineteen Eighty-Four.
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A black cat on Brandon Avenue.
Or maybe it’s just a catbird.
Roanoke, Virginia.
Leavin’ Las Vegas?
I found this praying mantis on one of my Autumn walks, up north of downtown Roanoke. He looked like he was hastily leaving the city. Maybe he was fed up with pesky people taking his photo.
Holst your horses.
A spammer named Inger Holst keeps sending me messages.
I can’t train my mind not to notice because that name sounds so much like a severe, minimalist German film director who wants to adapt my writing.
Update — maybe she IS a German director. I dunno. When it comes to foreign film, I’m pretty Ingerant.
“Hello, Darkness, my old friend.”
This kind of thing is gonna get old real fast.
Pal of mine made a Halloween cake.
And I thought it turned out pretty damn good. What you see are monster claw marks.
Y’know … speaking of claw marks … it occurs to me now that I still haven’t gotten to see a bear since I arrived in Southwest Virginia. I need to remedy that somehow, but I’m not sure how to go about it.
The Internet — ALWAYS a source of reliable information.
[singing to the tune of “My Sharona”]:
“FRIED BALONEY!!!!”
It’s good stuff. Thanks, Internet!
Might have to try that “fried green tomatoes” thing next, I dunno.
Update: I’m in the middle of watching “Doctor Sleep,” so YOU wash the frying pan.
JUSTICE FOR JESSICA.
Dear Kevin Feige:
Please bring Jessica Jones into the wider Marvel Cinematic Universe.
You could balance things out, Thanos-style, by killing off Star-Lord or something! Maybe Groot too, for good measure.
Sincerely,
Eric Robert Nolan
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