Unintentionally have taken a rather long break from this space. I am not dead. I have been busy.*

Remember when I was ‘acting’ in that film last year?

Feel itchy when I don’t post here, so here’s some boring news: Went out and bought some more motion-controlly running shoes this morning. I have been going for very short runs lately, trying to focus on making sure that every toe touches the ground in a step because I have been overpronating to a point ...

I’m so close to a year of daily blogging, but I am really bloody phoning it in this week. Sorry about that. Publication week is often mad, but this time around, it’s turned me into a useless zombie outside of work times. There is so much to do that I don’t know where to begin.

I literally about about 45 seconds to post something here. So here we go: I corrected something that @qikipedia said on Twitter. I have reached that level of pedantry. But you don’t fuck around with Monkees’ trivia around me, yo. Here’s an alternate version of ‘Daddy’s Song’, performed by Mike rather than Davy.

Oh yeah, I was going to write something of significance. Instead I watched ‘Homeland’, ate more gravy, and went to bed early.

So, do men have hot feet? I had Thanksgiving dinner last night and the three men at the table said that sometimes their feet get too hot for them to sleep properly.

If you feed cats more before you go to bed and keep the house a bit cold, they will only wake you in the wee hours for snuggles and because of purring loudness, rather than by knocking things off shelves and singing Willie Nelson covers. At least, I hope this strategy keeps working. (Still woke ...