I’m gonna try to be on more on Bluesky. Not easy these days. Chins up, Team Dresden.

My cat costume rocks this year, doesn’t it.

Happy birthday to my friend, editor, cohort in idiocy and general tormentor, @longshotauthor. You might be older than me, Jim, but remember what the philosopher Henry Jones, Jr., once said…it’s not the years; it’s the mileage. With your help I feel 198. Thanks, man.

Nope. Bob doesn’t have a spine. I’ll be over here laughing for a while.

You guys know me and still think that was an actual bald eagle and not something wearing the guise of one?

See, everyone is self conscious about how they look, even international men of mystery like Ronnie and me. By the way, Team Dresden, you HAVE preordered his new novel, right

Padawan said, “Must be Mrs. Kemmler’s burner account.”

How to Kick Ass, by J Maberry, Esq.

I think I visited that place once. Once.

Maberry is not sleeping on the job. As my grandfather would say, “Dang, son.”

She does, closest anyone gets. But she doesn’t say “Play it again, Sam.”

PS: This quote is actually what Twain said, not, “The rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated.” PPS: Bogart never said, “Play it again, Sam.” No one in Casablanca did. PPPS: The movie that is, not the actual city. Otherwise who knows? PPPPS: OK, yes, Ivy actually knows.

The report of my death was an exaggeration.

It’s too early in the day for this, man. Everyone…go order Ronnie Virdi’s upcoming novel. Man can do more than confound a wizard before his morning coffee; he can freaking WRITE.