I have to confess: I wanted them ( Read more... )

This week is a little different over at Tor.com: for one, Tor.com is focusing on the ever cheery subject of dystopia (which had the decidedly negative effect of reminding me that Zardoz actually exists, AUUUGH, which had the further side effect of reminding me of a certain night in Binghamton where I actually sat through the entire thing, and, and ( Read more... )

Today's spectacular website brought to you by d_aulnoyMy dolls, in theory, were separated into two strict categories: dolls I played with, which consisted of four dolls plus a Raggedy Ann: a doll in rather battered condition, called Big Dolly; a doll that I loved because she had a little pink sleeping bag all of her own, named Tina after someone else's ( Read more... )

So I found myself remembering a book from my childhood at the library book sale the other day, a book that went something like this: five children wake up to find themselves trapped in a place consisting only of platforms and stairs -- seemingly endless stairs -- and on one platform, a screen and a small slit. They find that if they respond to the ( Read more... )

They are stealing -- no, destroying! -- my childhood.

You all remember those Golden Ticket from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, right? The Golden Tickets that would magically, mystically, marvelously transport five lucky children to a magical, mystical, marvelous place of chocolate and wonder and growing sugar things and small dancing ( Read more... )