Hey! Dayton’s airport has free wifi. Nifty.

As I was buying myself a Coke at one of the airport stores, the register lady looked at me and said “Has anyone ever told you you look just like… Paul Shaffer?”

“Really, no,” I said.

“Well, you do,” she said. “The spitting image.”

Great. Of all the celebrities in the world to look like, I look like Artie Fufkin. Excuse me as I go walk into a propeller blade now.

I’m about to head out the door to catch a flight to San Diego. Won’t the flight be surprised! Posting will likely be spotty here for the next few days.

In the absence of actual content, I present you with anagrams for my book titles.

Old Man’s War
ALMOND WARS
MAD SNARL, OW
DAMN WARS, LO!
RANDOM LAWS
ONWARD SLAM
DARN, MA! OWLS!
WARN AS MOLD

The Ghost Brigades
GATHER BIDETS, HOGS!
BAD TOGETHER, SIGHS
BIGHEARTED GHOSTS
BRASH GEODE TIGHTS
EGGHEADS BOTH STIR
EGAD! BIGOTS THRESH!
EARTH’S GOB SIGHTED

The Last Colony
LEACH LOTS, TONY!
SNOOTY HELLCAT
LO! STONY CHALET!
COOLANT ETHYLS
HOLY COLA TENTS
LACY HELOTS? NOT!
HOT LONELY CATS

Agent to the Stars
GAS THREATENS TOT
THE SNOT SAGE, TART
THE TORT SAGS? NEAT!
TASTE OTHER ANGST
STOATS RAG THE NET
TARTS NAG THE TOES
AGHAST! ROTTENEST!

The Android’s Dream
MATADORS HINDERED
HANDMAID RESTORED
A STARDOM, HINDERED
SHORTENED ID DRAMA
RAMRODDED SAINT, EH?
DAMN REDHEADS RIOT
ODDEST HARRIED MAN

Yeah, sorry. Seemed like a good idea at the time.