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A rather large moth fluttered into the torchiere lamp while I worked at my desk this evening.  I saw the moth, I saw the lamp, and I just knew my writing session would end with smoke.   It wouldn’t be exaggerating to say I nearly dove for the ceiling fan switch as soon as the moth headed for the lamp.  The fan is running now.  It isn’t helping.

A logical person might wonder why I didn’t instead dive for the lamp.  Perhaps I could have turned it off, and saved myself the lingering stench of death?  Well, sure.  But then I’d still have a moth fluttering around, wouldn’t I?  A moth planning to wait until I fell asleep so that it could land on my face and lay eggs in my eyeballs.   To which I say, burn you little bastard.

Still.  It’s not as bad as the piece of Gene Simmons I was “invited” to sniff last Friday.

So, Val Kilmer ogled a friend of mine at the (tiny) Santa Fe airport today.

Well, okay.  It wasn’t really ogling.  There was nothing creepy about it.  I guess it was more of a curious glance.  But it was definitely directed at Melinda, or at least her toenail polish, and it was definitely definitely Val Kilmer.

World traveler and blog reader Dawn S. sent me the following photograph, which she and her husband took on a street in Beijing, China. 

For strange and complicated writing reasons, I’ve been doing Google image searches on “confusing parking signs”.  The results have been OK, but not spectacular.  I haven’t yet found something that makes me sit up and make strange noises.   

And, frankly, if I don’t find something confusing, it has to be pretty straightforward.   I’m easily confused.  It’s my curse.