
Pretty sure today was the first day I completely lost to Nioh 3, and I’m only “pretty sure” because I’m only about 50% sure it hasn’t been more than one day since I last slept.
At any rate, regarding the image, I hate that fucking thing, #iykyk.
The blog of Luther M. Siler, teacher, author and local curmudgeon

Pretty sure today was the first day I completely lost to Nioh 3, and I’m only “pretty sure” because I’m only about 50% sure it hasn’t been more than one day since I last slept.
At any rate, regarding the image, I hate that fucking thing, #iykyk.

Fuuuuuuhuhuhuhuuuuuuuuuuck.
I … uh … nope. Nope. I’m going to go put this book in the freezer, and it’s going to stay in there, forever, and I’m going to be very very happy that I started reading it in the morning (and finished it by noon) because being up at 3 AM last night reading this and then trying to sleep would not have worked very well.
Nope. Uh-uh. Noooooooope.
Today has proven that it is impossible to die of boredom.

We had a training day today, so no kids, and one of my co-workers walked in and handed this to me. It’s his wife’s work, and I’m happy to announce that I am now in a polyamorous relationship, because I absolutely must be married to anyone who is able to produce pecan cheesecake in any capacity, and pecan cheesecake of this unbelievably high quality should be on sale in stores.(*) I told my co-worker that had I paid $30 or $40 for an entire pie I would not feel cheated. It was that good– gooey, caramelly, with absolutely perfect cheesecake and a fucking amazing crust. My mouth is still watering looking at it.
Of course, the sugar level sent me into a coma for the rest of the day– the second piece I had a couple hours later did not help– and it is 9:19 as I’m typing this and I didn’t not get around to posting today so much as I completely forgot the blog existed until just now, so lucky for everyone I had this deliciousness on my phone to make you all jealous of me.
Just don’t have two pieces. You will die. You will die happy, but if you die, you can’t have any more pecan cheesecake.
(*) I did not inform either my co-worker or his wife of this, although I did tell him he should do whatever is necessary for the rest of his life to keep her around. I should probably get around to that. People like to know about it when they’re married to other people, right?

I am fully, 100% aware of just how behind the times I am, that it is April of 2021 and I am about to use precious space on Beyoncé’s internet to talk about the Popeye’s Chicken Sandwich. But yes, somehow I managed to wait a year and a half from the launch of the sandwich in August of 2019 to finally eat one. But there really isn’t a Popeye’s anywhere near me, and it’s not like we’ve been able to eat in restaurants lately. But I have dinner with my dad every week or two, and generally the way it works is that I bring something over, and he said yesterday that he was in the mood for chicken sandwiches and didn’t specify where from.
And there is a Popeye’s near Dad’s place. Now, it’s a shitty Popeye’s– but then, they all are, right? But if he wants chicken sandwiches anyway, and there’s one by him … well, what the hell, let’s gird our loins for disappointment and try the damn things out. Surely they’ve been out long enough that I can just go get a couple of them, and they’ve probably been scaled back from what they were when they were first out and people were literally murdering each other for the damn things.
Ha.
This particular Popeye’s is a freestanding restaurant that is basically in the middle of a parking lot. It’s not really built to have a lengthy drive-thru line, and when I got there not only did the line completely wrap around the building– let me remind you again that it is April of 2021 and this damn sandwich has been out for nearly two years— but they had someone in the parking lot fucking directing traffic, so that Popeye’s customers could get in line for the drive-thru while still at least theoretically allowing people access to the Subway (this Subway) fifty feet away.
I was in line for maybe fifteen minutes. Given the number of cars, not bad. I ordered three Original sandwiches– Dad had said he wanted two, so I figured I’d get two as well– and one Spicy.
Do not order two of these damn things, and do not try to eat both at a sitting unless you are a giant fat man like me.
Look at that fucking sandwich. That’s the spicy one. The chicken patty was an inch thick. The other one didn’t overhang the bun like this one did but holy hell, this much food for $4.50 or whatever they were charging me– it’s less than that, I think– is madness. The damned sandwiches were delicious; they weren’t overwhelmed with sauce (mayo for one and spicy sauce of some sort for the other,) the pickles were tasty and crunchy although there could have maybe been a couple more of them (I think they slid to the one side of the sandwich during transit?) and the patty itself in both cases was fucking great. This is 100% the best fast-food chicken sandwich I’ve ever had, bar none, and other than a particular sandwich served by one single restaurant in Chicago that obviously I can’t get any longer, it’s probably the best chicken sandwich I’ve ever had, period, and it’s not close. Even the spicy sandwich was, for me, balanced more or less perfectly. It’s probably not hot enough for people who genuinely like super-spicy foods, but for me it hit the sweet spot where I was definitely feeling it but it wasn’t overwhelming.
I finished the damn things nearly two hours ago and my mouth is still kind of watering. That good.
But seriously, don’t order two of them, especially if you want any kind of side. I’ll have more of these– they’re worth going out of my way for– but it’s an enormous amount of food. If, like me, you didn’t want to battle crowds to get one of these when they were all over the news and then just sort of let it fall off your radar, make a trip. It’s worth it.

I said something about how I’d never gotten a sticker before so THEY GAVE ME EXTRA and I’m totally wearing one for each of the next three days.
Oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man guys.
I got my first look at Jamie Noble Frier’s cover for the next Benevolence Archives book about a week ago, and didn’t share it at the time. He and I shot a few emails back and forth and he just sent me this, which he okayed for sharing. This is still in the preliminary stages, obviously, but then again so is the book. It’s a race right now to see which of us finishes first.
But goddamn is this gonna be a fine cover:

I am squeeing, I tell you. Squeeing.
(Haven’t read BA yet? Feel free to get started right here for just 99 cents.)
My artist just sent me a preliminary sketch for the cover of TALES FROM THE BENEVOLENCE ARCHIVES.
I may have emitted girlish noises.
Possibly.
I cannot wait to share this with y’all.