One thing I’m doing via the migration from Darkness Comes to Kingswell to Dreamdarkers is including a bit more of Dave Lloyd’s sardonic humor.

The screen door pulled open effortlessly despite its annoying hinges that squeaked at every opportunity. I drowned them in WD-40 on a regular basis, but it seemed to do nothing more than provide temporary relief. Within a month, they again would harp their effort into the lake air. Facing west meant receiving the most potent heat, the brunt of most storms moving through Texas, and a litany of other weather-related assaults. All of that added up to stress under which anyone would crumble. Innocuous metal hinges could not be held to a higher standard, I knew, even if they constantly pissed me off with their endless screeching and crying. And replacing them did little to subdue the whining. New members of the door-opening brigade often lasted about a year before joining the chorus of the overtaxed and overburdened—or at least the overexposed, an area I had always wanted George Michael to consult on in case his experiences could help. One could never be too thorough.

[and yes, I just finished that paragraph and felt it worthy of sharing]