I've read the signs, I've consulted the spirits, I've even dug my old Continuum Flux Ionization Reader out of the garage (I got it for a steal when the Radio Shack was closing)---and all the omens say

Let's start with a Low-ku. That should set the tone. (If you don't like poetry or foo-foo art crap, skip to the end. There's a cat picture...) Hypnotic toaster droppings. Charred flesh of bread loaf. Jelly

[Digital art over photo of my work space, today, at my younger daughter's house. 2020.] Today was a super-hot, hard to breathe, instant headache from any exposure to the sun kind of day. We partied! BBQ

Hidee ho, all you SouthParketteers! My name is Richard F. Yates, and I’m a HOLY FOOL. These are people who you can laugh at, but who (if you aren’t careful) actually try to teach you something! (BEWARE

(I don't know what that title means either...) Moonlight slippin' in thru the window... In Victorian times, MOONLIGHT was said to revive a vampire (both Varney and Ruthven, specifically.) I wonder if it