When I was a young teen and getting into creative writing, I was trying to come up with new fantasy novel ideas. I asked my dad if he wrote a fantasy book what it would be about, and he described a pleasant tropical island vacation with well appointed accommodations and complimentary frozen drinks. Which, to be fair, I don’t see a lot of in speculative fiction.

Charles Schulz died the day after his last strip was published, having announced his retirement ahead of time. Coincidence?

You’re in luck: There’s a Peanuts /c [email protected]

Linus went on to od on heroin the prostitute he was sleeping with at the time later killed herself.