The Eskimos have one hundred words for 'hyperlink'

Last night I looked over the Technical Staff's shoulder at his computer and asked him why he was Googling 'Taunton river.' He swore he didn't remember. He knew he hadn't started with that, but didn't know what he had started with.

There needs to be a word for that thing, where you end up lost somewhere on the internet after clicking too many links and searching too many terms and don't know how you got there, like you're waking up from sleepwalking. Googlewalking, maybe.

Yearning

Bamu with a lovely Japanese sweet potato. Why don't my pug pictures look this good, or those sweet potatoes when I cook them?

General Announcement to Other Humans in the Bed

If a pug is snoring, please feel free to poke it by yourself. It is not necessary to wake me up and tell me to poke the pug because it is snoring. I have no special skills or qualifications in this area that exceed your own abilities. Thank you.

Highly recommended

I submitted a story a week ago to Fantasy and Science Fiction magazine (yeah, I know, I write mysteries... it was sort of a fluke).

Yesterday - after one week - I got a rejection letter. With actual original sentences in it, written and signed by a human being.

This is totally astonishing service. I wish I was a science fiction writer, it was such a pleasure doing business with them.

Another Halloween pug picture

Rose has a better attitude. But that is always the case.

Halloween season

Lilly seems less than thrilled about it.

Topsy-turvey world!

It was warm enough to eat breakfast outdoors in a t-shirt... but there were red and yellow fallen leaves all over the table. Despite the temperature flirting with eighty today, I am not fooled. It was almost dark by seven last night. It's winter.

I wanted to write a haiku about this - it seemed like the perfect seasonal topic - but I couldn't get the syllable count right:

Breakfast in short sleeves
Fallen leaves on the table
Wasn't born yesterday

And... Lilly went for a morning walk! Lilly never takes a walk in the morning. I think she wanted to go to the fancy dog store. I tried to explain that they are not open at 8:30 but I think she is very cross with me.