RANDOM AF! The FFF

New books always shed new light on my life, whether changing my perspective, my behavior or most often, expanding my vocabulary. I'm currently reading Dune, and I can't help but draw parallels between my life and the Fremen of Arrakis. While donning my gray plaid poncho over pajamas in addition to a scarf, hat, blanket, and slippers, I decided I will call myself a modern-day Fremen. You know, one that can't fight or ride sand worms but instead hibernates in the desert in 40-degree weather whining, writing, reading, watching Netflix and eating, not spice, but tortillas.

So not really, but my mind went there. And thus, the FFF was born. The Future Fremen Fruitcakes.

You may not understand my obsession with fruitcakes. You don't need to. But if you insist, see here:

Fruitcake backstory

I must admit my fruitcakedness has been lacking of late. My friends and family have figured out how much I love the non-color gray (I really prefer gray to grey, don't ask me why). I can go full winter fruitcake without the intrusion of much color these days, instead having gray layer upon gray layer, with some black or white thrown in for variety. The truth is, in spite of the different patterns (plaid, roses, marled, snowflakes, solids) it often almost matches (the horror!).

Why Future? Because you can't be considered Full Fremen until you ride a maker. An old man of the desert. And there aren't any makers around here that I know of. I'll be searching for a suitable substitution, but in the meantime, me and my FFF Followers (FFFF) may be SOL.

That reminds me. I stumbled across a fellow lover of acronyms on Goodreads, but she takes the art to a new level. I don't know that I share her book preferences, but I like that she's pretty strange. And smart. And funny. See for yourself.

Sarah (former Nefarious Breeder of Murderous Crustaceans)

Enough nonsense for now. Not to worry, though. My nonsense is like Old Faithful. It will keep building until it spews out Hot Ridiculous Steam Drivel (HRSD).

J. L. Dodd