I’ll be leaving for Denver straight from work tomorrow. Now, the big question: how the hell to fit everything I need in carry-on luggage. The drawback to working out in hotels: you need yet another extra pair of shoes and clothes. Suck it up.
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Sweet fuck, I’ve missed going to my MA school. Accountants, attorneys, paralegals, project managers, architects by day – Kick-ass Amazons by night. Oh, how I have missed them. For those in the Chicago area, my martial arts school is offering me the month of February free if somebody signs up and says I referred them.
The Fighting Life: Ah Read More »
You can just never have too many of these things. I break into uncontrollable glee every damn time.
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It’s MSN, after all: Ten Things Your Teenage Girl Won’t Tell You. Notice this wasn’t number one, but should have been: 1) “Hot damn, dad, sex is great! I want to have it all the time! There are so many hot guys in the world!(And that chick is French class isn’t bad either!)” Ah, to
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When I was in Denver last week (flying out there again tomorrow night), I tore an article out of my complimentary hotel USA Today – you know you’re a freakshow blogger when you do something like this. Apparently: Lives were threatened and Americans treated like “guinea pigs” because Eli Lilly & Co. officials lied 15
Because Everybody Always Gets Very Passionate About My Depression Posts Read More »
Million Dollar Baby’s taking home a bunch of awards. Makes me wonder, if Swank didn’t turn into a dependent vegetable at the end, would the movie have made such a splash? You know, I’m thinking… not.
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Amanda’s got some really thought-provoking stuff up about how the uproar about public schools and what’s being taught in them (history, sex ed, creationism) could act as a long-term dismantling of the public school system: making mucho bucks for the privateers. Check it out. And yea, I’m still irritated with the hullabaloo about the Tsunami.
I’m sending the Beast back to Asimov’s. There’s been an editor change since then. Screw it. It’s a good fucking story.
A couple of my fellow Clarion compatriots (class of 00, shit, has it been five years?) are up for nomination this year for the John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer in spec. fic. (this is a bit of a big deal in science fiction circles), Amy Sisson and my buddy Greg Beatty (who’s