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My duties at The Day Job (TM) have been reduced to updating our client’s database. I’m incredibly relieved about this. I keep hoping they’ll just fire me. I would love to sit at home and collect unemployment checks for a couple of months. But then, I better be careful what I wish for. The Day […]

I happened to be comatose when this particular subject hit the blogs, but I caught up in the hotel at Wiscon when I got wind that a piece of mpreg slash fiction made the Tiptree Award longlist (and yet, my 2004 story, Genderbending at the Madhattered didn’t make any 2004 list, long or short. I’m

And hey, I was all for it before (I have deep fears of developing Alzheimer’s. Probably every writer’s fear). Now I’m personally invested. Juvenile-onset diabetes is caused by the immune system destroying the insulin-producing beta cells in the pancreas. It can now be treated by transplanting beta cells taken from cadavers, using a technique called

She wanted back her strength, her stamina, her place at the head of legions. I used to have beautiful feet. Long, strong toes. Big, narrow feet. Size 11 feet that I could never find shoes for but that could land a front kick to the groin with elegant ease. The day before Wiscon, my feet

Hearing Joanna Russ say she’d discovered Buffy.

Jenn sends me a link like this.

Made it back to Chicago after a really great con. My ankles are a bit swollen, my feet look fat, I’m a little sleep deprived, but otherwise I’m doing well. Lots to say. More later, when I’ve gotten some sleep.

Me, Jenn and Patrick are off to Wiscon tomorrow. Here’s the final schedule for the panels I’ll be on. My sugars are still settling out low, so little to no alcohol for me, sadly. Dammit, I wanted my Wiscon beer… Hope to see you all there! Swing by after and say hello. We’re all staying

…was my blood count this morning, which is dangerously low. Not enough rice last night. This balancing act is a funny thing. Drinking some OJ and scarfing toast to even me out before breakfast. How strange, to have a body that’s totally broken.

I haven’t been 176 lbs since I was 14. Until today, that is. Everybody has a favorite horror novel, one that just cuts right to the bone. Mine is Stephen King’s, Thinner. I had my first follow-up appointment today. My doctor, Dr. S, says my sugar levels look good. He’s concerned about the numbness in