She wants me to adopt Little Tex, so today she took some pictures and posted them on her LJ, then called me to make me look at them. Here’s one:

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I fear that her evil plan is working.

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I’m quite incapable of being clever for this post today, so I’ve decided to talk about someone else’s cleverness – our very own Bradley Denton.

Because Brad is annoyingly modest, he hasn’t made a big deal out of the fact that Picador is re-releasing a trade edition of Blackburn. Blackburn is a book you just can’t get out of your head. Brad doesn’t preach. Rather, he just puts you in Blackburn’s head and lets you sort everything out from there.

After I pre-ordered this new edition from Amazon.com, I grabbed my loaner copy and flipped through the pages re-reading some of my favorite passages. I am particularly smitten with Brad’s ability to marry humor and horror together. If you haven’t read Blackburn before, here’s your opportunity to get a copy of the book. If you’re not morally troubled by it, you’re a sociopath — and isn’t that handy to know?

Now in the non sequitur section, I’ve been thinking about last meals lately. Don’t know why, but I’m fascinated by what people want for their last meal. (For an impressive list of last meals…) Admittedly, I can’t imagine having much of an appetite knowing that you’re going to be dead in an hour or so, but it got me to thinking: What would I eat for my Last Meal?

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