The Fountain: Two Sentence Reviews
Man must accept death.Woman must die. or: No Plot.Pretty Pictures.
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Becoming Insurance Savvy
I know nothing about insurance. Really, nothing. My crash course in how my insurance actually worked was my second day in the hospital, after having come out of a coma 24 hours before, when a woman from the hospital’s billing department called me and asked what my insurance information was. At that point, I couldn’t
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HIRED
As of tomorrow at 8:00 am, I will officially be an employee of the financial services company downtown, working (officially!) as a document, technical, and copywriter. Benefits start first day. I’m not allowed to disclose how much I make according to the Employee Handbook or I’ll be fired, but I’ll say it’s more than I
I Have the Sweetest HR Manager
They were doing July birthdays today, with cake, and the HR Manager went out and got a sugarfree pie.. just for me. I still have to take a shot for it, but it’s less likely to give me a headache. How terribly sweet.
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This Probably Works Better When You’re Not Really Self-Conscious
As I expected, associating “Good” and “Vabbenif” happens a lot more quickly in my lizard brain, but then, as shown, associating the pale figure with *anything* was something I did a lot more than with the dark figure. Try it for yourself. At least, I think that’s how I read these numbers (“0” was average.
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A Scrap of Land and 2 Dollars in a Coffee Can
Stephanie’s Old Man’s parents, Nancy and Brian, are in town this week doing home repairs. They’re amazing. They’re replumbing and rewiring the whole house. Last night, Nancy and Stephanie took acetone and sandpaper to all the cabinets in the little kitchen to prep them for new paint and new doors. Today I came home to
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Dissonance
Life just keeps going, doesn’t it? I suppose that’s the definition, but yeah, boy, it just marches on regardless. Sometimes it’s just stunning, how that is.
Are You Allowed to Criticise the Fiction of a Writer You’re Sleeping With?
Gee, I hope so. In a discussion over at Torque Control about a review of the October/Nov 2006 issue of the Mag of SF/F, one commenter pointed out that, as writers/industry pros who knew the writers of these stories, we weren’t looking at the critiques the reviewer made objectively. We were concentrating on the critique
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