Go read this: these are the voices in my head. ‘T…
Go read this: these are the voices in my head. ‘Tis a hoot!
My thanks to The Shadow for this great riposte by …
My thanks to The Shadow for this great riposte by a bitter poet.
Okay, after the haX0r thing and having my ISP shuf…
Okay, after the haX0r thing and having my ISP shuffle everything around (just in case - I’m paranoid) I finally got all my settings fixed and can post again. Thanks to the techno-gods and all their minions ;->
Just found the Smarter Harper’s Index by way of Cu…
Just found the Smarter Harper’s Index by way of Cut on the Bias - I love going places that make me think… w00t!
Richard Harris while accepting the Empire Lifetime…
Richard Harris while accepting the Empire Lifetime Achievement Award “I think my award tonight should be a lifetime achievement for the most unlikely person to be alive at 70. Every time I see Peter O’Toole… you wouldn’t want to be around when I meet Peter O’Toole… every time we meet, we look at each other and say ‘are you still alive?’”
Ooh, I’m so sad. Richard Harris, my favorite King…
Ooh, I’m so sad. Richard Harris, my favorite King Arthur and one of my favorite actors of all time, has died. No more, alas…
My new hot spot to check out: Life in the Freezer….
My new hot spot to check out: Life in the Freezer. Thanks to Luminous Dreams by way of Comments
Omigod how totally cool is this!?! I wanna see a …
Omigod how totally cool is this!?! I wanna see a black hole eat a star…
Have I mentioned lately that The Shadow is one sic…
Have I mentioned lately that The Shadow is one sick puppy? I think that’s why we get along so well. My thanks to him for this: “yes, I am a writer who likes to skin people’s heads and draw on them”. It’s exactly what I needed to feel that I’m not alone in the writing world ;->
So I’m happily warbling "Minnie the Moocher" in th…
So I’m happily warbling “Minnie the Moocher” in the shower this morning, all awake and fluffy because I dreamt all night that I was writing and anxiously checking my word count every couple of pages and by the time I woke up I’d gotten 15,000 words knocked out and I felt accomplished, even if it was only a dream, and I trip merrily out to the living room to go to work and see the spousal unit sitting on the couch, clutching his skull in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Said spousal unit cracks one eyelid at me and says, “I know you’re happy because you’re writing, but could you please save the singing in the shower for the weekends? The sound traveled right through the walls and into my brain.” Ha, like it’s my fault he stayed up way too late studying arcane algorithms and thus was not sufficiently prepared for my joyous state this fine a.m. Yeah, I know all those words are still in my head instead of scribbled in pixellated ink, but I’m clinging to the illusion… besides, he’d rather live with The Laughing Girl than with who I was a year ago at my old job in Hell’s 17th Circle ;->
*cross-posted to my NaNoWriMo blog - read it and weep for me*