Yesterday I bought some bleu cheese vinaigrette in a bottle, so for lunch today I had a side salad with said vinaigreete. My dog likes bleu cheese. He doesn't like vinegar. After meals, I leave the plate on the floor by his bowl so he can lick it clean. (Never leave the plate on the bowl, however. That is most upsetting and causes vocalized consternation.) Somehow, he was able to pick out every little piece of leftover cheese, yet not touch any vinegar or lettuce. Amazing.

I'm now reading Warlord of Mars, the second of two co-bound John Carter books by Edgar Rice Burroughs. These really are most excellent, and I highly recommend them. It reads as a serial, as most every chapter seems to end in a cliffhanger. But you know, while the language is a little flowery, he does a fantastic job of keeping the thing moving at a lightning pace, and the story is very well put together. If you like any of that middle earthy kind of stuff, you might like this.

I would have given much to have heard the balance of the converstation that I might have been warned of the perils that lay ahead, but fate intervened, and just at the very instant of all other instants that I would not have elected to do it, I sneezed.

What's not to like?

As far as I can make out, there are about a half dozen races on Mars: red, green, yellow, white, and black. There are strange creatures like plant men, and white apes (with six arms) and banths (a sort of 10-legged lion thing with three rows of teeth). Plus, this edition is illustrated with line drawings by Frank Frazetta who, apparently, likes very scantilly clad women.

This would also make a good zork¹-like game.

¹ Or whatever the cool kids play these days