No bleeding, no depression, no yeast infections… ah, why, yes! It’s time to hit the road again. Did an experimental jog tonight: slow, short, easy and rather dismal. The second half turned into walk-jog-walk-jog-oh-fuck-it-walk. The IUD started banging at my insides toward the end, just little twinges of occasional cramping. Not bad (I took a […]
Some people just don’t know when to retire. The red bandanna and the hunter’s knife are back: Sylvester Stallone is set to reprise his role as Vietnam vet John Rambo, 17 years after his last outing. Stallone, now 58, will don combat trousers for a fourth time, this time to slug it out against American
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In the past, his parents had no clue when he bought a treat at school. Now, thanks to a new school-lunch monitoring system, they can check over the Internet and learn about that secret cookie. Health officials hope it will increase parents’ involvement in what their kids eat at school. It’s a concern because federal
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New love can look for all the world like mental illness, a blend of mania, dementia and obsession that cuts people off from friends and family and prompts out-of-character behavior – compulsive phone calling, serenades, yelling from rooftops – that could almost be mistaken for psychosis. As an SF writer, I wonder, could you start
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“Love can’t save you Padme. Only my new powers can do that.” “Hold me like you did by the lake in Naboo.” And I’m thinking, “Sweet fuck, why?” To his credit Hayden Christiansen really gave it his all. He told the story he wanted to tell, he worked as best he could with the lame
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“I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men [sic] to die in.”– George McGovern “Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.
God’s War 1. Nyx sold her womb somewhere between Punjai and Faleen, on the edge of the desert. Drunk, but no longer bleeding, she pushed into a smoky cantina just after dark and ordered a pinch of morphine and a whiskey chaser. She bet all of her money on a boxer named Jax, and lost
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… was great. Had to leave early due to scheduling and life events, and etc. but I had a blast. Got to meet great people, had a great time. Looking forward to next year. It’ll totally rock the house. Things are great.
It’s incredibly nice to find your people. It’s incredibly surreal to have several people stop you in the hall and go, “Kameron Hurley? Brutal Women? I love your blog!” Next year, I’d rather they were loving my fiction. But hey, I’ll take what I can get. Next year. The fiction will pay off. I’m passionate.
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hahah ahah aha The hotel “decency” filter won’t let me view my blog… because it has words like “fucked” in it. Tell them to join the Real World.