February 2006

Oh my sweet computer, how do I love you, let me count the ways! Nice turnaround time from Gateway, of all places…

What my mom sent me to cheer me up: and: My mom is awesome.

Had a story of mine make it past the first cut over at Intergalactic Medicine Show. Card makes the final cut. That would be so ironic on so many levels. But then, I thought this was ironic, too, when I sold it. See, I do have some stories where there’s very little violence and no

No, no, the other kind. NancyP asked a number of posts back about how to increase the weight in her free-weight routine without getting an injury or creaking joints and muscles. For the real deal from somebody more experienced than me, I refer everyone to Mistress Krista. But here’s what my experience has been: When

Dude. Fucking awesome. (thanks, Jenn)

Natalie over at Philobiblion answers the question: “Is it possible to be a single woman in one’s fifties with a full life and a lot of joy?” Her answer: “Well, of course…” (via Alas)

I reserve comment.

I wonder, you know, if fantasy – big, chunky fantasy with the politics and beliefs of naive teenagers – is not just another form of sedation. Another form of over the counter sedation. Shit, maybe literature and film and music has just become it, in a general way. Do we read/watch/listen for escapism? Our art

In a startling revelation, the former commander of Abu Ghraib prison testified that Lt. Gen. Ricardo Sanchez, former senior U.S. military commander in Iraq, gave orders to cover up the cause of death for some female American soldiers serving in Iraq. Last week, Col. Janis Karpinski told a panel of judges at the Commission of

Sure, being given the smack-down by Oprah’s pretty bad, but you know you’re in trouble when even your agent (who should be happy with all the publicity) drops you.