How the wheel turns ( Read more... )

Yeah, see, there was this time I disappeared for about two years and didn't post and didn't do any writing except for work. And that lasted about two years and I never even got around to posting the last John and Rodney story I wrote for SGA Santa back in 2012. Good heavens. So that's where this is from ( Read more... )

Chapter 11 - The House on Laurel Canyon Boulevard

Chaper 12 - Ghost

Or the whole thing -- The Little Sister (John Sheppard is a detective in post-war Los Angeles, and I seriously over-indulge my Raymond Chandler kink for around 53k words, )

With thanks and so much love to Dasha and Kitty for their encouragement and unbelievable patience.

This ( Read more... )

Rats. A couple of coworkers invited me to go out with them for lunch today ( Read more... )

Goodbye, Mr. Bradbury, an early and permanant influence. Your monsters will scare me until my own dying day.

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>> Having recently discovered a great fondness for semi-precious stone bracelets, I held up my latest purchase (snowflake obsidian on an elastic band) for Katherine to admire. "Look! the demon arm likes adornment ( Read more... )

A primatologist looks at Rick Santorum’s obsessive, unembarrassed (and almost certainly unexamined) need to control women's bodies:

The abortion issue is notorious for generating so much “heat” and so little “light.” On this particular occasion, one of the senators debating the issue (Rick Santorum, Republican from Pennsylvania) became “so ( Read more... )

Those Kona beans Rodney is quaffing in every other story: unless he has just gotten back from Maui or Kauai, or is best buds with someone who imports specialty coffees (see, e.g. esteefee's glorious Fair Trade stories), Rodney McKay is not drinking something he identifies as Kona beans. They're a bit like fragments of the true cross; many, many ( Read more... )

I'm finally getting around to reading Avery Gordon’s Ghostly Matters: Haunting and the Sociological Imagination, and am finding it compelling. Crudely summarized, it proposes to find the traces of the ones whose existence has been vanished by majority culture, traces she calls hauntings. She points specifically to those who have been erased from ( Read more... )

Receiving holiday cards in the bleak dead of winter makes me very, very happy. It's kind of a crazy idea, but this year it occurred to me, hey, maybe it would be nice to send cards to other people, too! I know, crazy. (This from a woman who has to ask for her best friend's address in order to send her a b-day card, every -- single -- year. Going ( Read more... )