timefalcon.bsky.social
I am a self-published author with good reviews from folks I don’t even know. Also available on Nook and Kobo.
Falcon: Time Traveler for Hire
Kindle ebook:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QQLTGQW
Paperback from Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1093972319
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More like one of those cheesy PowerPoint slide transition sound effects that my second-career students drove me crazy with when I taught Microsoft Office.
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@petersagal.bsky.social , I swore just now after reading it here. He always will be a legend.
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I absolutely understand this. How could you keep up? You don’t have a Brainpal.
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My good man, I just got sucked fully back in by the scene where the squad is stomping the tiny people. I don’t need your dance moves to entertain me when I have so many of your words right here that I bought.
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Same, and same.
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Ah, yes. My wife’s cousins have their own maple syrup business, so I have learned quite a bit about the way various maple-based goodies are made. We always have a fresh bottle of the golden goodness.
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You’re just great, @pattonoswalt.bsky.social . You’ve been through so much and yet you continue to make us laugh and see what kind of person you are.
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Hey, I like that hashtag. Thanks for the information.
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I do like a hot tea, but let’s all be even happier that my uke days are over.
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Your fungal photos are much better than anything I’ll ever do with a ukulele. I can only pluck each string from top down once and sing “My Dog Has Fleas” to it.
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I like your handle, but I still see it as ukulele almost every time. Do you play?
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Wow, @benstiller.redhour.com. I just watched this episode today, and it’s absolutely brilliant.
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To write what ended up being my novella, I started by writing and posting an opening scene. My blogging community ate it up, so I kept writing and posting—up to 2000 words each time—and left cliffhangers at the end of most entries (largely because I didn’t know where it was going). Exhilarating.
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Hey, @scalzi.com, I’m finally reading Old Man’s War. It might be canon by this point. Agent to the Stars was an absolute hoot.
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I became painfully aware of this when trying to find photos of my late father from my childhood. He was always the guy taking photos until I was. In my determinations to not end up like that, @mortuaryreport.bsky.social, now I find myself leaving an event and nobody at all has taken photos.
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One of my struggles is how much to pull out what’s in the shadows in post (HDR-style), instead of just leaving it as-is like we had to when shooting transparency film. Then I remember that Nat Geo photographer I saw using a graduated ND filter on a Gatlinburg sunset.
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Moyet’s voice was a gift to us that too many never properly accepted. So cool that you’re a fan. Yes, I said, “cool.”
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Going through this with our dog right now. Also, I’m glad I waited to buy “Old Man’s War” until 17 years after I read “Agent to the Stars” for free. The skillfully written opening scene undoubtedly delivered a heavier emotional wallop on older me. As a writer I dream of crafting such moments.
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We read Pynchon’s Vineland in my American Postmodernism course, but I wouldn’t say I enjoyed it. I might now. There must be some reason the prof had it on the syllabus.
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I just signed up tonight. It certainly looks a lot like another popular social media platform that came before it.
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I didn’t know that about you. I just read and enjoy your work—like a mad dog, not a dirty birdie. I’m always engrossed without the gross-out, and Rose Madder was a thoroughly absorbing character until she stepped through that painting. But, you’re you and I’m just a wannabe. Thanks for your words.