My friend likes the moon.
A lot. Or maybe just quite a bit.
But his likes are irrelevant.
Once, we convinced ourselves that our other friend was going to die.
But our other friend didn't die. He just went to France for a bit.
We wrote obituaries for him while he was away.
We imagined he was not "just doing a bit of decorating".
We imagined he was being held by "sex people".
It was a long week.
In fact, I think it was two.
He came back with tales of painting and of doing woodwork.
I think we were a little bit disappointed.
But we were also glad he wasn't dead.
Anyway, my friend who likes the moon has made a website.
It is about the moon.
It is about "all things moon".
We are both pissed off that we missed the eclipse last night.
Clouds are okay sometimes.
But not when you've stayed up till 3 a.m. to see the lunar eclipse.
I have written a story for it.
I love Wikipedia.
And the moon is quite nice too.