Moe Lane

Get some drinks, cook up something hearty and fall-festival-like, unwind, all that good stuff. Get to recharging. See ya in a bit!

Probably won’t be any at all Saturday; no Internet, and all that. And, frankly: I could use some downtime. This has been a stressful few months, and a little R&R sounds wonderful.

I’ll be damned if I’ll link directly to Newsweek, so here. The short version is that these ants kept falling down a ventilation pipe and survived by… eating the other ants that fell down a ventilation pipe. Scientists studying the nightmarish hell-colony of cannibal worker ants that resulted decided that it would be interesting to find out what would happen if the ants were given a chance to escape back to the original colony. It turned out that…

Tonight was a newsletter night. It’s done, subject to the usual last-minute changes and everything (I find that it helps to wait a bit, then re-read the newsletter, then fix all the mistakes that I had somehow missed up until now); but I should probably expect November to be slow days outside of NaNoWriMo generally.

The first real test is this weekend, though. At least one day without Internet access. I’m hoping to have a buffer by then, although I’m running out of time to make one…

Gimme a break, Juan Soto.

“I’m thankful to be celebrating this with my first beer with these guys,” Soto said Wednesday night, according to MLB.com.

Trying to maneuver around the precipitation window right now: we got thunderstorms coming in soon, and there was a tornado watch lining up for later tonight. We should have a decent window for trick-or-treat between 5 and 7 PM, but it’s subject to change. I do know that my kids want to be photographed in their costumes, so we’re going to do at least that.

…to see if This Town goes insane. Top of the ninth, Washington ahead of Houston 4-2. If they win, it’s gonna be a fascinating night for law enforcement and emergency medical personnel around here. Friday might also end up being a federal holiday in DC, or something. Too close to call.

Gotta say, though: hell of a World Series, huh?

Kids helped my wife, and I think it came out nice. Positioning, and all that. They have pretty good eyes for positioning and whatnot.

Medical issues, now resolved. Shan’t discuss further, not least because I am trying to be Christian about delays at the hospital. Everything is now fine, but I’ve been running for fifteen hours straight and am about a minute away from crashing.

A year old, but funny.

Of course, I live in Maryland now, which is only in the South if you’re from above the Mason-Dixon Line. We don’t really get kudzu, cottonmouths, and (thank God) fire ants. Poison ivy, sure. Everybody on the Atlantic Coast has had to deal with that, I think. But what are sand spurs? They sound… pointy.