So I had a whole card written on the back on the back of this. But. I don't think I want to transcribe it all. I think I might rework the writing differently. It essentially was the embodiment of this graph:
Saturday, September 19, 2020
I finished John Scalzi's "Old Man's War" and "Murder by Other Means" back to back. I came to the realization how much I do not like Hugo award-winning sci-fi novel Writer John Scalzi compared to fiction novella writing John Scalzi. People keep comparing his writing to the Expanse Series by James SA Corey. It's not. "Redshirts" was "okay" and I did not care for "Old Mans War." John Scalzi takes mildly interesting / likable characters and attempts to humanize and impress these characters by killing (often violently) other more likable characters around them. The Dispatcher was a more palatable series. But it's just more John Scalzi except he is killing characters (very gray characters) in a world where people come back from the dead. I found John Scalzi's writing of what essentially amounts to descriptions of old people fucking for 2 chapters somewhat... excessive. So am I a prude? Or is he at fault for not making it more palatable for me? Am I vain for contemplating this element of his writing vs. the greater arcing of theme of the futility and senselessness of war, and the evil of man? Fuck writing. -T.M. www.Minormumbles.com
Sent to P.R. Ursa added the writing to the front of the postcard while I was distracted with editing this blog. I am pretty sure those are U's. She says it says the word "Daddy"
Since birth I've been rocking Ursa to sleep with a good night playlist. It starts with C. W. Stoneking's "The Zombie" then has a variety of tracks a few from "Over the Garden Wall", Pink Floyd, Streetlight Manifesto, among others. In my arms, Ursa grows restless and starts talking. I tell her I can't understand her with the pacifier in her mouth. She pulls it free and sits back in my arms "...stay with me just a little longer? " "What?" I ask. She starts humming, for a few moments smiling "It always seems like you are leaving when I need you here..." My 2 1/2 year old says to me as she leans in to touch my face warmly. "Won't you stay with me just a little longer it all..." her words melded into a mix of baby speak but I could clearly tell she was singing along with the music now. She almost had the la la la's down at the end. And it was true I did not want the feeling to end. - T.M. "Violent Femme"