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It’s Not The Age, It’s The Miles

So today I woke up after sleeping over 12 hours straight, and I’m still somewhat sluggish.

Do you know when you finish a book and your body goes “I’m done” and for a few days falls into something akin to flu only it’s not, and you sleep a lot and end up watching the A & E edition of Pride and Prejudice and IF YOU’RE LUCKY don’t read all Disney comics for 2 months?

Okay, maybe that’s just me.

Yeah, there are milestones I just passed, though none of them is finishing a book (not just now, at le...

Pulpy Things! – Julie Doornbos

Pulpy Things! – Julie Doornbos

Greetings! I’m Julie. I live on a mountain and do the art thing. And I have a thing for campy illustrations. Sarah has asked me to show you my embarrassingly huge collection of pulp fiction covers! You know you want to look.

*flashes trenchcoat*

I kid. Today’s post is (mostly) safe for work. So long as you work for yourself and/ or your boss can’t see what you’re browsing on the internet. I’ll leave the extra naked covers for another day. You’ll be fine!

Probabl...

I’m Okay, I’m Okay

I had a wonderful guest post planned for today but I’m in an away-remote location and can’t access the never sufficiently cursed email. Okay I forgot the password, my fault, but when I ask to send to my phone WHICH IS REGISTERED WITH THEM they forget what account I’m trying to access. Sigh.

We’re doing family stuff, so the post may go up after lunch OR tomorrow. I’ll put something up early afternoon, anyway.

Sorry guys.

Ça Ira

I grew up thinking of myself as privileged. Heck, my childhood was privileged compared to most of the village we grew up in. That we were one of the biggest targets of “stealing wash from the line” was a clue, because we had better clothes.

In a place and time where people often wore clothes remade from clothes their grandmas had (Mom bought a knitting machine to fill in the blanks between her contracts to design garments for such people as the wives of famous soccer players to take on world...

The Goat Kicks Back

The Israelites of old had a custom whereby — to stop the psychological consequences of sin, they put their sins onto a goat and drove it into the desert.

Of course it wasn’t fair to the poor goat, because it was just a dumb animal, driven into an inhospitable environment and if it survived long enough it probably became dinner for some wandering nomad.

I mean, PETA would be all over them, but it was a sophisticated way to save the community.

Fortunately for them the goat didn’t have access to...

The Sky Is Falling – Amanda S. Green

The Sky is Falling – Amanda S. Green

At least that is the way it might seem if you were paying much attention to those very vocal few who have made it their life’s mission to denigrate anyone who might even remotely be associated with Sad Puppies 3. Oh how they have rallied these last few days to not only vilify Lou Antonelli but, even in the face of the one man who could reasonably be seen as having an issue with him accepting his apology, they continue to attack and demonize him. This has r...

This is a post I don’t want to write

Mostly because I’m tired and undercafeinated and I have an article and three short stories overdue. But my guest poster failed me, and I’m not willing to run some of the guest posts in the back burner, because it’s so late, and I hate to short my writers.

However, I have a post percolating and don’t want to put it here. So, instead, you get a collected bag of random musings.

So, yesterday we decided to go over to the other house to meet realtor. Children, don’t try this at home. Because Dan s...

So, Sixteen Hours Later

The house is done. I’m still sort of spinning sideways from the brutal slog yesterday turned into.

I’m leaving now to meet with realtor. If he doesn’t work out, will get others and interview them, of course. MEANWHILE the brutal, hard scraping, sanding and waxing are done. The back of our car and the garage over there are still full, but we can deal with those little by little. This house needs cleaning (desperately) but not TODAY.

I might post again later. I had this line going through my he...

Help, there’s Slang in my History! – Alma Boykin

*Okay, so I got almost everything done yesterday and I’m tempted to say since today is mostly detail and fetch and carry that I’ll be back by early afternoon. OTOH what these last few months have taught me is that little tasks can eat a whole day, so no promises. I could still be at the other house at 2 am. BUT it will be done and we’re meeting with the realtor tomorrow early. So. If you guys wish I CAN post photos of cleaned/painted/wood-stained/staged rooms later. I mean, you should know wh...

Unfinished Chapels

There are in Portugal a set of churches known as unfinished chapels. You’ll have to forgive me, because it’s been a long time and other than being taken there on the annual “tour” which is mandatory for every Portuguese elementary school child, I don’t remember anything about them, not even where they are.

You’ll also have to forgive me because this post will also be a bit of an unfinished chapel — a lot of thoughts thrown together. Bear with me. I should be more myself tomorrow.

I have the v...