About me: reader, writer, driven mad by punctuation, trying to turn my lack of cable television into an entertaining blog. Once bought a big ceramic owl to mess with someone who’d decided I was a Bilderberger, because being mistaken for a world-mover is just fine with me.
Should’ve bought a bigger owl.
About the title: a reference to mystery novels and/or Edward Gorey, who once drew arsenical buns. “Our cynical”… get it? You probably wish you hadn’t, but there it is.
My love for Highlander is eternal. My love for its hero has yet to grow in.
A Non-Exhaustive List of Things I Enjoy:
Movies with sword noises in them
Jen Walters She-Hulk
Electroswing (everyone has a vice, darn it)
Two out of three of the major Law & Order franchises—sorry, SVU
Every variation on The Legend of Sleepy Hollow I have ever come across, including the one with Jeff Goldblum and Dick Butkus that aired during my childhood
The kind of British mystery where there is at least one outstanding Marcel Wave on the screen at all times
Velvet (the excellent spy comic)
Successfully deciphering terrible handwriting
Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar (Bob Bailey version)
Singing along with my car stereo
The kind of mystery story in which that truly vile person at the party is swiftly dispatched later that night
Tea with candied violet leaves in it
Yelling at the people in movies the way other, slightly saner people yell at sporting events on TV
The Detective Dee movies
Playing Fallen London
Watching sumo wrestling
Smoked goat cheese
The kind of horror movie certain online reviewers complain about as being slow or dull
Jim Hutton as Ellery Queen
Falling unwisely in love with my own prose
Duck ka pow