I know, I've seen the scythe in its sheath
I was mistaken for an academic this afternoon at the bookstore which made me want to go home and shoot myself in the head, but when I actually got home a package of white chocolate and lemon Milanos was waiting for me from
selkie and I managed to get a picture before the rain started of the previously mentioned neighborhood decoration.

Every single review I have encountered so far of Death by Lightning (2025) has proceeded from the assumption that the reader and by extension the viewer has never heard of Charles Guiteau and only vaguely, perhaps dutifully of President James Garfield and I just don't think Sondheim fans are that thin on the ground. At least it should popularize this particularly indelible fact.

Every single review I have encountered so far of Death by Lightning (2025) has proceeded from the assumption that the reader and by extension the viewer has never heard of Charles Guiteau and only vaguely, perhaps dutifully of President James Garfield and I just don't think Sondheim fans are that thin on the ground. At least it should popularize this particularly indelible fact.

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One can keep up with the big dogs even if one is not fully funded for seven years to write a book that is really a monograph that is really just a chonky bibliographic compendium. One has just learned one is, in fact, sort of a medium dog.
I am glad the cookies landed and I hope you enjoy them.
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My academic bona fides are generously twenty years out of date while my suicidal ideation is still up to the minute!
One can keep up with the big dogs even if one is not fully funded for seven years to write a book that is really a monograph that is really just a chonky bibliographic compendium. One has just learned one is, in fact, sort of a medium dog.
We should be fully funded for seven years. I realize I sound as though I am advocating for grants in Faerie, but I think our chances there are better.
I am glad the cookies landed and I hope you enjoy them.
I ate two instantaneously. Could be lemonier, but I grew up on the East 62nd Street cake.
*hugs*