Fixing the dishwasher
Started a load of dishes last night. A while later, I walked past the dishwasher and noticed that it was...
Late to the solstice
I completely spaced on the solstice yesterday, though I had been looking forward to it. So, a day late, here’s...
The parable of the wrong-way car
Last week, I had a morning where I was already running late, and then I brought in my papermail and...
Website redesign notes/progress
Clockpunk Studios has mostly finished redesigning my website, and I’m very happy with it. Now the main thing that remains...
The mysterious bicycle
A week or so ago, I was driving to work when I saw an unusual bicycle in the bike lane,...
My first Rapid Response
Back in September, I attended a training to be an observer at ICE raids. I hadn’t heard anything from them...
Sort of a test anxiety dream
A new-to-me form of quasi-test-anxiety dream, from last night: There was some sf award thing going on, and for some...
How is it only Wednesday?
Two weeks ago, I spent three days in Santa Fe and then was home sick for a while. Got no...
On Shane, toxic masculinity, violence, and vicious cycles
I think it’s fascinating to observe toxic masculinity in action in Westerns. (Some quasi-spoilers here for Shane (1953).) In this...
Unread-books project update
I started this project with about 350 unread mass-market paperbacks on my bookshelves, and I bought about 30 more shortly...
Alien generators
The excellent old tabletop roleplaying game Fringeworthy had a page of tables for quickly generating the physical appearance of an...
Productivity
I’m in Santa Fe for a few days. Mary Anne is here for a Wild Cards authors gathering, and I’m...