I just had an odd thought. Welcome to another episode of "weird things that Molly thinks about in her spare time."

One of the most commonly-repeated stereotypes about creativity is that "all art comes from pain." I've always hated it. Always. I know the tortured artist who suffers for his/her work is a very romantic and attractive stereotype, but ( Read more... )

I had a very nice weekend, all things considered. First, on Saturday, we made a trip to Sal's with a big bundle of disused clothes to donate. We proceeded to Sym's, where I got to play dress-up with the Husband, and had a fascinating time talking to the meticulous older gentleman whose job it is to help men who are no longer brought up to know such ( Read more... )

Yay! LiveNation was running a promotion yesterday where they waived the service fees on any tickets bought. I went ahead and secured my pass for the Hanson show on October 28th. I'd be most happy to have company if any of you Atlanta-area folks are interested. Because it's at the Tabernacle and I have no desire to fanny around with traffic and ( Read more... )

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I sent Lilian, whom I babysit, home early last Friday with a fever and an ear infection, which developed into a full on, miserable cold. In the course of the ensuing weekend and next week, both of her parents, Hil, and I came down with it. I had a small house party planned this weekend to fill some time while Hil was at a LARP. He's staying home ( ( Read more... )

I has a shiny new piece of furniture. Hil and I ran out to Brookhaven last night (The traffic gods were with us and it didn't take forever) and I snagged a lovely computer cabinet that I found on Craigslist for a whole whopping $25


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::Gets out the can opener and starts marching toward the tin marked "Worms"::

So. This is National GLBT Pride month. As declared by a President who does not support, and has never, as far back as I can find, supported the right of same-sex couples to marry ( Read more... )

Hil is home sick today. Murr. I'm feeding him tea and such.

I has j0rb. Gonna be looking after bad_in_plaid's kid(s) while she's at work. Yay for no commute and monies and stuff.

Among the other books I chewed through on the honeymoon, I borrowed Patricia Briggs's Moon Called. It was a quick read, mostly pleasant if disposable-ish, and gave me more things to think about concerning the ongoing project that I've tentatively titled The Werewolf Novel That Doesn't Suck ( Read more... )

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