“Why one small American town won’t stop stoning its residents to death,” an AO3 fic in which Isaac Chotiner interviews the guy who runs the lottery in Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery”, is astounding. archiveofourown.org/works/73396436

I just went through my ebooks and sorted all the books I haven’t read yet and that’s basically the next two years planned out. I’m thinking this might have potential as a blog series. (Are blogs cool again yet?)

It's been so long since we've had a dark and gloomy cloudy day that I keep thinking it's closer to bedtime instead of, oh, 3:30 in the afternoon. So grateful for the rain! Maybe the fear of brushfires will lessen a bit.

I will be using this henceforth (assuming I ever get back to actually writing).

Daaaaamn.

I can’t figure out why it feels so hot and gross and then I remember it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity. Specifically, 90% humidity. #isaidwhatisaid

I need some sarcastic and pithy observational humor right now. Time to revisit some David Sedaris.