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Lair Sweet Lair

The Beautiful But Evil Space Princess knew something was wrong before she approached her lair. She was almost sure she had left the spot light on over the piranha tank, but now it was turned off. And it was strangely cold in the lair, usually kept at a comfortable 86 degrees (Hey, you get an evil lair, you keep it at any temperature you want.)

But more importantly no chirpy voice greeted her at the door. No supercomputer-engineered-for-world-domination said “Welcome oh, dread one, how may thy...

Delayed

A minor planning issue has me stuck away from home and the net, typing this on my tablet. Depending on when I get home, I’ll post something.

A Dingy Patina

One of the things I’m doing tonight, as I sit down to write this post, is ripping some CDs and copying it to a brand new mp3 player. (Cheapest possible, natch, but the sound on my computer is unreliable and I can’t write without music, which, yes, is stupid. Deal. The only mp3 player still functioning is for audiobooks, so I needed a different one for songs, or I’ll be forever running out of memory.)

And one of the things I found are CD copies made by Dan for me to take to Oregon Writers Prof...

Kids and their games – Danette Schardt-Cordova

Kids and their games – Danette Schardt-Cordova

I am a gamer. I am completely and unrepentantly a gamer and have been since I was introduced to Atari (long live Pong!) at age 11, personal computers at age 12(does anyone even remember the affectionately nick named TRaSh 80 Color Computer 3 from Radio Shack?) and good ‘ole Dungeons and Dragons at age 14. Now days except for the bi-monthly AD&D game I run for my kids and a couple of their friends I do most of my gaming on the computer and a lot o...

Regular Habits

Sorry this is so ridiculously late. I went to bed and slept almost twelve hours. Not sure why, except that my body might sense the onset of winter. I have been having allergies from h*ll but no sign of infection, which is new. Anyway, I gave in to the sleep, partly because we’ve been driving all over creation in all our spare time, looking for the “permanent house.” (We’re in a rental right now.)

Partly this is because I need a sense of permanence (and I need the d*mn research books which are...

Just what does Cultural Assimilation mean? – Doug Irvin

Just what does Cultural Assimilation mean? – Doug Irvin

Reading or watching the news, it’s easy to tell what groups are most represented in the media. There is positively a competition to see who gets the largest scare fonts, or who will generate the most column inches of coverage.

And the main issue seems to be group rights that are perceived to be trampled on by the government of that country.

Refugees from Islamic societies are in arms (not always figuratively!) because Italy dares to serv...

Giving Back My Middle Finger – A Blast From the Past Post From June 2012

*Blame Marina Fontaine for reminding me of this post. I was going to write one on a similar theme, but hey, it’s already here. (And yep, went looking at houses yesterday. One was ALMOST doable for our admittedly eccentric needs, but it’s too early in the process to settle.*

Giving Back My Middle Finger – A Blast From the Past Post From June 2012

Yesterday in the comments someone mentioned giving back to the community. That is one of those phrases that makes my eyes turn red and smoke come pou...

The Promo IS — Free Range Oyster

*So, there is the promo post. I might/probably will post again later, unless we can manage to go look at some houses we have bookmarked, in which case I won’t post till tomorrow. IOW Keep checking this space. Things are likely to happen.*

The Promo IS — Free Range Oyster

Joe Vasicek Bringing Stella Home Gaia Nova Book 1

The war has arrived at home. James McCoy, the youngest son of a starfaring merchanter family, never thought he would face an invasion. But when an undefeated enemy slags his...

Magical Thought

Some time back, I was reading a book on life in the middle ages, and they tried to explain the mindset of the middle ages, and how different it was from ours. Like, you know, if you got sick, they wouldn’t think of giving you meds. They’d tell you to go to confession and communion, and to live a holy life. Because in their mind illness was not the opposite of health, illness was the opposite of living in grace. For illness to penetrate, you had to be in sin.

In the same way, their households...

Make the Pink Mean Something – by Nicki Kenyon

Make the Pink Mean Something – by Nicki Kenyon

It’s that time of year again. Secret messages permeate Facebook as women mysteriously make their male friends guess the color of their underwear. The endless sea of pink… pink ribbons, pink towels to wipe the sweat from football players’ faces, pink sneakers, limited edition pink mugs, “Save the Ta-Tas,” go bra-less… it just goes on and on.

At the same time, a slew of enraged cancer survivors will use blogs, articles in women’s magazines, and soc...