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In Haste

In case you guys wonder why I’ve been so scarce, yesterday I had something back to back for 12 hours. For those of you who are here whom I didn’t recognize/greeted more than once/haven’t seen yet — that was the reason.

This is the first con in which I’ve not had a drop of alcohol — mostly because I’m not sure how it would interact with medicines — not even at dinner, and in which I’ve been acting like a falling-down-drunk.

Part of it is the post op thing. By the reading yesterday I’d drunk so...

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear — a blast from the past 12/21/2014

*I don’t normally run these posts this close, and this is sort of a Christmas story, but I know sort of the feeling out there among you guys from what has been thrown at me/asked this weekend.

I want to emphasize that as a supporter of SSM (And polygamy, and any other contract been free, consenting adults) I never supported judicial activism, much less supreme court activism or turning the constitution into a sort of tea leaf reading show.

I will confess too that the thing that worries me mos...

Shaking the Dice Cup

Years ago, when life had been an unremitting shower of cack, we’d take a day off and go to Denver and have dinner at Pete’s kitchen. This was known as “altering our luck.”

Perhaps it was the psycho-somatic effects, but usually afterwards things improved, stuff we’d long hoped for happened, and we felt better about life in general. Perhaps it was our perspective that had changed.

Now life hasn’t been that bad, but there have been aspects of it we’re been less than happy with. Mostly the fact t...

The Politeness Trap

A few weeks ago I was reading Ace of Spades, which most of the time does not raise my blood pressure, when I came across this dismissive, gloaty type of post about how we’re done as a free people, because look at how people go through airport security: they eagerly, quickly, get all their trays and lay out their everything, etc.

The implication is that people like or approve of the security Kabuki, and are doing it out of how much they approve and want to have their stuff pawed through, etc.

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No Sex Please, We’re Bored — A Blast From The Past October 2011

As many of you know – because I’ve told you – I don’t have anything against sex. (Well, not at the moment. It would make writing awkward, and besides it would shock the cats.) I have been happily married for twenty six years and I have two sons, neither of which, despite their belief, is a virgin birth.

I am, however, getting sick and tired of sex in books. Oh, not sex as sex. I mean, most of you know I’m not a prude. I can read sex without much worries (except sometimes I wonder if people be...

Time Zones

This post is the result of very weird mind-mulch.

You know mind mulch, right? It’s when you’re reading/looking at three different things at one time, and it all composts in your minds and comes up with a rich ah organic mixture you couldn’t have anticipated.

We’ve been working hell for leather at the other house trying to get it read (I think I have three more days of work, but I’m taking today off so I’m not unreasonably tired at LC. I mean “I have” three days of work (with Robert doing the...

Marriage is a State of Mind – Cedar Sanderson

Marriage is a State of Mind – Cedar Sanderson

I have long been a fan of Dorothy Sayers. I don’t recall when I first read one of her books, but I know that I just recently read one of her essays on feminism and it sparked a thought – several thoughts, really – in my head. I wrote some of it down in Are Women Human? which is a composite of her essay of that title and my own thoughts.

As I was reacquainting myself with not only the fictional romance between Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane, b...

Fathers Day

I’ve realized sometime ago my books tend to have great fathers in them.

That is, of course, because I had/have a great father. Dad was the sort of dad any kid would want. For one he knew everything, from the nesting habits of local birds to how to translate the Latin inscriptions we came across on our rambles through the nearby woods. And he has this thing where cats, dogs, even wild animals, come to him. As they should, because he’s a good man. (Though not a Good Man.)

My concepts of honor a...

Milestones

As some of you know Dan and I will be renewing our vows of 30 years at Liberty con. Part of this is because we wanted to do it for the 25th, but we couldn’t being broker than broke and not even going to LC (if I remember.)

Of course, this is the way of the world, so we’re broke this year too. It’s temporary and more than usually self-inflicted because we chose to move this year to a rental and get the house ready to sell. OTOH it’s not entirely self-inflicted. Our other house is near a high t...

The Marquess de Queensbury Rules

Terry Pratchett, famously tuckerizing the Marquess de Queensbury as the Marquis de Fantailer said the Marquis was a small and timid man who made rules about all the places people weren’t allowed to hit him.

I confess to having less than no interest in the art of boxing. When I grew up boxing was the only sport dad would not watch on TV (oh, and bullfighting, but that’s not so much a sport.) and I never saw any point in it. I have friends who love it and weirdly I found an appreciation/interes...