@stevendbrewer@wandering.shop

Forrest glided over the park on silent wings. Watching. Far below, a park visitor unwrapped a piece of candy and dropped the wrapper.
Forrest went into a dive, swooped down, and collected the wrapper still on the wing. He landed noiselessly, without warning, on the man's shoulder. (1/4) #wss366

Feel free to wish my 92-year-old mom a happy birthday.

I checked the temperature — 5°F — dreading the early morning dash out to get the newspapers. Then I remembered it's Sunday, the one day they bring the papers to the door. Ah… One needs to take pleasure in small things during these uncertain times.

And if you're wondering why we still get newspapers delivered, they're for my mom who just turned 92.

He headed to a bin and began digging through a pile of dirty cables.
"Pieces of seven! Pieces of seven!" squawked the bird.
"Why does he…" the greybeard started to ask.
"Oh. It's a parroty error." (4/4)

(Apologies to whoever wrote the original joke. And to everyone who reads this. And for accidentally posting this thread twice and removing it and posting it again.)

A stooped, slim elderly man stepped out of the backroom, wiping his greasy hands off with a rag.
"What can I do you for?" he asked.
"I need an RS232 adapter for a Centronics parallel port connector."
The man thought for a moment then said, "I think I got one." (2/4)

"Pieces of seven! Pieces of seven!" he heard.
He turned and saw a bird cage by the register with a colorful macaw. It looked at him first with one eye and then the other.
"Pieces of seven! Pieces of seven!" it squawked, its #pupil contracting and expanding spasmodically. (2/4) #wss366

The bell on the door clanged when the stout greybeard pushed into the store. He looked around at all the old technology junk. His eyes lighted first on a teletype with a paper tape reader. He smiled. He hadn't seen one of those since he was a kid. (1/4)

He headed to a bin and began digging through a pile of dirty cables.
"Pieces of seven! Pieces of seven!" squawked the bird.
"Why does he…" the greybeard started to ask.
"Oh. It's a parroty error." (4/4)

(Apologies to whoever wrote the original joke. And to everyone who reads this.)

He headed to a bin and began digging through a pile of dirty cables.
"Pieces of seven! Pieces of seven!" squawked the bird.
"Why does he…" the greybeard started to ask.
"Oh. It's a parroty error." (4/4)

(Apologies to whoever wrote the original joke. And to everyone who reads this.)

A stooped, slim elderly man stepped out of the backroom, wiping his greasy hands off with a rag.
"What can I do you for?" he asked.
"I need an RS232 adapter for a Centronics parallel port connector."
The man thought for a moment then said, "I think I got one." (2/4)

A stooped, slim elderly man stepped out of the backroom, wiping his greasy hands off with a rag.
"What can I do you for?" he asked.
"I need an RS232 adapter for a Centronics parallel port connector."
The man thought for a moment then said, "I think I got one." (2/4)

"Pieces of seven! Pieces of seven!" he heard.
He turned and saw a bird cage by the register with a colorful macaw. It looked at him first with one eye and then the other.
"Pieces of seven! Pieces of seven!" it squawked, its #pupil contracting and expanding spasmodically. (2/4) #wss366

"Pieces of seven! Pieces of seven!" he heard.
He turned and saw a bird cage by the register with a colorful macaw. It looked at him first with one eye and then the other.
"Pieces of seven! Pieces of seven!" it squawked, its #pupil contracting and expanding spasmodically. (2/4) #wss366

The bell on the door clanged when the stout greybeard pushed into the store. He looked around at all the old technology junk. His eyes lighted first on a teletype with a paper tape reader. He smiled. He hadn't seen one of those since he was a kid. (1/4)

The bell on the door clanged when the stout greybeard pushed into the store. He looked around at all the old technology junk. His eyes lighted first on a teletype with a paper tape reader. He smiled. He hadn't seen one of those since he was a kid. (1/4)

Elon Musk wants to do the same thing to the United States that he did to Twitter (ie, make it lose 71% of its value.)

With corporations becoming compliant to the government, you might want to maintain some skepticism that when you visit a website, your DNS look-ups aren't directing you to some look-a-like site that impersonates the site you meant to visit. I'm not saying this is happening or will happen. But it *could* happen and you should periodically be aware that it might be happening.

I can just see in a couple of years, people will be saying, "Remember when you used to be able to check and see what the weather was going to be like?"

#WritersCoffeeClub Shameless self-promotion. What writing project are you working on?

I'm currently spending most of my writing time working on a third novella sequel to *Revin's Heart*. I plan to publish all three together in a collected volume. The first two, *Devishire!* and *Campshire!*, are done. It only has the working title "After Campshire" at the moment. I think readers will find it eye-opening.

My other current project, *The Ground Never Lies* is on the back burner at the moment.

I guess by taking the T out of LGBT, they're saying that trans women are just women.