Wow, it’s been over a month, hasn’t it? And there's a lot to catch up on. So I should just stop pretending that this entry will have any sort of a narrative thread and cue the bullet points:

• To my credit, the delay in posting is not entirely my fault. In fact, I'd like to lay most of the blame on moderntime, who—in a clear attempt to sabotage me—lent me ( Read more... )

Oh, would you look how far behind I've fallen again. But, because I promised, I'll start with a quick recap of my Halloween weekend. Which started out on Friday with a Dresden Dolls—they're Brechtian Punk Cabaret, for goodness' sake; please listen here if you haven't already—concert that I’d have to babble about for paragraphs if I hadn't already ( Read more... )

I think the only word for what I’m feeling right now is shock. I’m half-certain that at some point it will break and I’ll finally be able to start screaming or crying or throwing up, instead of just sitting here numb. I’ve never believed in stopping thinking, but at the moment, that’s all I want to do.

In something a good bit more like foreshadowing ( Read more... )

Well, gee. I have all these exciting things to tell you about my Halloween weekend, but knowing me, it will take me until at least tomorrow to get a chance to write them up properly, so I might as well post the things I’d already mostly written about from before-then.

The Wednesday before last I saw Ministry, which was grand. Well, first I failed ( Read more... )

Despite the fact that I have been "writing this entry" for ages now, I've been having the darndest time convincing myself that it's interesting enough to be worth releasing into the world. But I'm not expecting anything earth-shattering to happen to me any time soon, so my plain old life will have to do. Highlights follow:

We did go to Maine after ( Read more... )

Argh. I hate getting stuck on the subway with nothing to read but a book I know I'm going to reject. I wouldn't quite go so far as to say that reading slush has turned me into a terrible person, but if the agent could hear me thinking, "Blah blah blah, dumb heroine slits some guy's throat; blah blah blah, dumb heroine whines about getting raped; ( Read more... )

An article from the newest Jest[1] has me thinking that, except for the fact that fewer hot people want to play them, Zombies may be the new Pirates. For one thing, I’ve started inadvertently bringing them up in conversation:

( Last night on AIM )

I know you're all waiting with bated breath for me to declaim my high-minded views on culture and the like, and I shall not disappoint. But first, two stories:

1. I got home at 2 or 2:30 on Friday morning, and, pulling away from the curb by the Bedford L was a white Ford Thunderbird. About three seconds later, a beige metallic Hummer followed it. A ( Read more... )

It's, what, nearly two weeks past WorldCon at this point, everyone's already over it, and I still haven't posted my con report. I'd just as soon drop the issue entirely, but too many people have been demanding it and I hate being a tease. So, here you go. All in all: mind-shatteringly fun.

Which is lucky, considering how inauspiciously things ( Read more... )

As per usual, everyone has already beat me to posting their WorldCon reports. But I started writing about RNC-related happenings in New York well before I headed off to unreality for a few days, and my mind keeps insisting that this is one of the more important things I've witnessed lately, and I can't just not finish it. So:

(  Roommate arrests, political awakenings, and mass chaos )