A Moose Loose in Ireland

By Martha Michaela Hutchman Brown
aka Marf

Dear Readers, I’m swamped with work and sewing and stuff, so I’ve asked a guest blogger to fill you in on our recent adventures. 

Love, love, love, Martha

Hi. I’m Irving. I’m a moose. I usually live on a shelf in Martha and David’s kitchen. But recently they took me on a two-week trip to Ireland.

If you don’t like looking at other moose’s travel pictures, I suggest you skip this post. It’s almost all pictures — my hooves make it difficult for me to type long essays. But I’ll keep it pithy and entertaining.

Here I am going through security at Philadelphia International Airport. It was like a log flume ride, but with more radiation.

Here I am going through security at Philadelphia International Airport. It was like a log flume ride, but with less water and more radiation.

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John Barrowman, flakey feet, authors and ethics, Ireland, turtles and my famous kissing bunnies

By Martha Michaela Hutchman Brown
aka Marf

No blog posts from me in July. Sorry about that. I wrote several, but I didn’t think they were good enough for mass consumption. Instead, please enjoy an outline of stuff I’ve been doing and thinking about this summer.

Good Thing: John Barrowman

I binge-watched Torchwood in the space of about three weeks. On a Thursday, somewhere in the middle of “Children of Earth” and after several amusing youtube clips, I decided that I wanted see John Barrowman in person, which was fairly easy to do, since he was coming to Philly Comic Con that weekend. Continue reading