Armistice (Veterans) Day

As the son of a (late) World War II veteran, and the brother of a veteran, I remember, and honor all of those who have served. As I said last year, without such veterans defending my country, my life would be a very different alternate history, if I existed at all. All I can say is, Thank You.
Funny enough, I didn’t see any Veterans around here selling poppies to wear. However, my Second Life Sim, Prim Perfect Reporter Jvstin Tomorrow, has a virtual one to wear today.

The Farouche Assemblage

Payseur & Schmidt – The Farouche Assemblage
Readers of this space will recall that I mentioned Matthew Hughes, a writer in the vein of Vance (especially his Dying Earth). I kindly informed him of my blog entry, for which he has shown his appreciation of talking about his works…
He sent me a chapbook, the chapbook mentioned above. A small 32 page story of Imbry, one of the characters in the Archonate universe, its one of those little books whose production values are even better than the already fun little story therein.
Authors who try harder, with little things like this for fans, deserve success.

British Supermarket Invades California

Tesco enters US to take on Trader Joe | Business | The Guardian
I’ve been to Hemet, as it so happens. I don’t know why Tesco would choose Hemet of all places to start their “invasion.”
Alas, however, it doesn’t sound like there will be tons of British products.
“There will be no Twiglets here,” Tim Mason, the head of Tesco’s US operation, recently declared.”
Twiglets are a strangely addictive British salty snack. My friend Mel, on her two visits to The Black Road, brought them along. They have a n odd taste and something that, despite their weird flavor, just makes you eat more and more.
OTOH, if they don’t have Twiglets, they probably won’t have Galaxy chocolate or Cadbury Flake either, alas.

Remember, Remember…

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot,
I know of no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Ever should be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys,
Let the bells ring!
Holloa boys, holloa boys,
God save the King!
A penny loaf to feed the Pope,
A farthing o’ cheese to choke him,
A pint o’ beer to rinse it down,
A faggot o’ sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we’ll say the Pope is dead.