Bring on the Six-Gun Gorilla!
In other news, the first three issues of the new Doc Savage reprints arrived yesterday. Pulp bliss at the Fortress of Skarkatude.
Bring on the Six-Gun Gorilla!
In other news, the first three issues of the new Doc Savage reprints arrived yesterday. Pulp bliss at the Fortress of Skarkatude.
So much for private conversations in confidence.
Read this, and you’ll understand.
My favorite bit: “And by the way, what you had wasn’t cancer.”
Class act, all the way.
At the very least, I suppose I should be glad that he showed his stripes publicly, so people can make an informed judgement as to his worth.
I think that perhaps there should be a moritorium on my making any sort of attempt at meaningful interpersonal communications for as long as I’m still in the throes of cancer recovery-related depression. I’m just no goddamn good at it.
Efforts to rekindle communication that had fallen silent for a week, partially motivated by a desire to not feel so isolated, only resulted in pouring gasoline on a fire and making things worse.
Fuck. I hate this.