I was going through some old papers when I came across a printout of a picture I'd drawn on my family's IBM PC back when I was about 12 or so (circa 1985). The resolution was 320x200 with a three-color palette (white, blue and pink), and the hard copy came from our Epson MX-100 dot matrix printer.


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An interesting change happened involving two of the stories I have floating around in my head, neither of which was going anywhere. One of them I'd managed to write a page of, about a year ago, but then I couldn't bring out the rest. And the other, it's little more than an idea, a nugget with the potential to become decent fiction. I didn't have ( Read more... )

I thought I'd post a picture of my favorite necklace. I inherited the rhinestone-eye kitty brooch from my grandmother, while the helical rope chain just sort of showed up at my house some time during the past jillion years. So I put them together.


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"You are wise," [Uther] said, then raised his head and stared at her with unflinching hatred. "I wish you were a foolish woman I could despise, damn you!"
"If your priests are right," said Viviane calmly, "I am already thoroughly damned and you may save your breath."

-- The Mists of Avalon, Marion Zimmer Bradley

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So, against all odds, mainstream America is talking about Tintin. How do you like them apples?

I remember when I was a young'un, greedily absorbing the Tintin books at my town's public library. They didn't have all of them, maybe twenty or so, but enough to keep me occupied for many hours. I loved the nonstop action, the wacky humor, the far- ( Read more... )

And so, it's time for another installment of this yearly ritual, looking back at the past, smiling, cringing, planning future directions. Here goes, in not a lot of order, and not including re-reads, with the list of:

Books I read in 2011.

Kindred by Octavia Butler
The Infinity Box by Kate Wilhelm
Act One by Nancy Kress
Love, Sal: Letters from a ( Read more... )

My brain doesn't work very well right now, but I'm glad it works at all. That's what makes it possible to be thankful for anything else.

Descartes said it best: Cogito, ergo gratulor.
I think, therefore I thank.

Q: How many well-intentioned people does it take to change a light bulb?
A: None -- the System won't let them.

I'm finally watching The Wire. Many thanks are due to read_alicia, without whom I probably wouldn't have checked it out for another couple of years. I kept putting it off, because I knew it was a complex work that demands close attention, and the ( Read more... )

I guess I'm moving my life forward, because I keep getting things done. But I feel like even though this is the bare minimum of accomplishment needed to keep my momentum, I'm pushing myself close to the limit of my emotional resources. I don't like how that feels ( Read more... )