It’s from the “Black Jeopardy” sketch with T’Challa on it:
Guess the body of this post is pretty much in the subject line up there.
Maybe again someday? Who knows. Just deactivated, didn’t delete. Wanted to see what the other side is like. But I’m still in birdland, should anybody need me.
And I’m on Litsy as well, having fun.
Not on Instagram, though. Reason? I never think of taking pictures. Jealous of an impressed by all the people who do and can, though. Or, maybe I should say, the only things I ever think to snap a pic of, which maybe explains why I’m not an Instagrammer, are:
Billy Stratton on Mapping, for LA Review of Books:
Wow, too cool—Mapping the Interior lucks into a This is Horror Award:
Three books I have stories in (Devil got kind of damaged en route, but, I mean: shipwreck, right?).
Have had an accountant for a few years, am now an LLC, but I never understood taxes even partway until this guy broke it down into bite-sized chunks for me and the world:
by Eric Gary Anderson, at / from Western American Literature: