Holy Conspiracy Theory, Bard-Man!

(The fine print: bulk of post typed on a Remington Noiseless Model 7, neglected for too long, and now so unfamiliar with my touch - as evidence by the skipped spaces - as to make me weep with shame. The Psalm itself was typed on a SC Silent Super, which is the same machine Shakespeare himself preferred. More evidence? You be the judge.)

Maphead, Typehead

(Typed on a lovely and perfectly functional Cole Steel. All you CS haters, keep hatin'.)

(Drawn by hand - no, seriously! - on wonderful graph paper scratch pad donated by an anonymous midwestern typospherian. Thanks, typehead brother!)

Police Academy Meets Typosphere

Did one of you typospherians refer me to this video of The History of the Typewriter Recited by Michael Winslow? Because if you didn't, you should have. I had to rely on a local writer's-group pal, and that's a shame.

I'm not 100% sure he got all of the varied typewriter sounds precisely right (the Remington Noiseless is suspicious, to my ears), but just the fact that Michael "Larvell Jones" Winslow can make so many varied typewriter sounds is awesome enough.

EDIT: I see now that, in addition to the PTF post mentioned by Deek, that this video was mentioned in the December 2011 issue of ETC (which I just got to read last evening). So, well done, Typosphere. Sorry I missed it.

Dreams

Flint

While You Were Noveling

While y'all were noveling, feeding the NaNoRhino and whatnot...



The Lovely Mrs. Moon and I spent a few days just a short distance from home, in the Appalachian foothills of Southeast Ohio.

Maybe just a few days past peak foliage-viewing. But when you're taking a few days out of your busy schedule to celebrate a 17-year anniversary, you take what you can get.

Lake Hope is beautiful in the summer, and starkly lovely in November.



We stayed in a tiny cabin atop a ridge, surrounded by leaves newly-fallen or about-to-fall.

The view from the porch was pretty nearly free from anything man-made.



I even found a fiew moments to write (that's a Cole Steel, for those keeping score at home) before the sun set.



During the day, we visited some sites in the Hocking Hills area which, for my money, is some of the most beautiful real estate on earth.

Rock House is particulary striking, and worth a visit.



Love was in the air, even when that air was under millions of tons of rock.



So, now that I'm back in what passes for civilizatoin in these parts, I have some catching up to do. Don't wait for me. Y'all go on ahead. I'll be along in a piece.

Don't Be Like Me