Flint is invading my life
 

aided and abetted by The Cellar. you bastards.

I have a reading group at my kid's school and we're reading "Bud, Not Buddy". it's based in the MI city of Flint in the Great Depression, and the style of writing somewhat anthromomorphises the city. That combined wih Flint's bizarreness and the cellar's willingness to encourage that causes me to nearly choke to death as I suppress snorts of laughter from reading all sorts of double-entendres into the damn book. Flint's boys have a hard life, you know.

That is all. (I hope you all suffer similarly when you encounter monsters... :p)

Oh, so that's where I've been.

btw something isn't really anthropomorphized until you have Brianna tell you what it's facial expression means.

but I don't think she was around in the Great Depression (the first one)....

I'm glad you're finally coming around, Dave.