Our office is built on a huge swamp over here in Indy. So today we got to watch some of these cross the parking lot and hop up on the curb – Way too cute. Perhaps the springtime is bringing out my affection for cuteness.
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Yes, she’s seriously asking that question. First abortion, then contraception, then the right to vote… Most frightening of all? These are women arguing to take away these rights from other women. What a surreal world I live in. It’s like being in Eastern Europe during the Russian occupation. If I’m not stuck in some vile
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“I’m of the perhaps unpopular opinion that anyone who can be dissuaded from writing, should be dissuaded from writing.”
I had a dream last night that Yellow had converted to Islam. I asked him, “What’s the worst part about being a Muslim?” And he said, “I keep hitting my head all the time.” That’s what I get for working on God’s War right before bed.
Really, really bad. (via mumpsimus)
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Because it’s the same old story. Whoopi Goldberg will be doing a radio show “for women”, but: Her voice will be “lighter” than the current crop of predominantly male morning DJs, she says. “I want to have fun.” It’s almost like she’s afraid of causing controversy. Her topics will include: banter on American Idol or
Is that after awhile, you get into a routine. Stay at the same hotel. Walk the 1/3 of a mile to the little restaurant complex, choose the Mexican place, the Sports Bar, the Cafe, or the sandwich shop. Stop into Starbucks, perhaps. Walk to the grocery store to pick up bottled water and the next
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Kidnapping scene, trade off, cutting off Raine’s ear, big boxing climax scene (you know I’ve been dying to use that phrase), wrap up. And then I’ll have a draft of God’s War!! More or less.
Jenn and I were lying in bed the other night, reading. The window was open, the room was cool; it was a lovely spring night. I’d gotten some writing done; she’d been working diligently all week on a bunch of psych studies for her doctoral thesis. I turned to her and said, “It’s nice to
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