It's 10:45pm, Ticia (see icon) is telling me it's past bedtime, and I thought of something to post about about an hour ago, but got distracted and forgot what it was. So this post is pure filler.
Here, have a haiku: When I'm stuck for words I often fill in the blank with one more haiku.

NaBloPoMo stats ( Read more... )

So, I didn't manage to make yesterday's post -- I got distracted, so instead I had to finish up what I'd been working on this morning.
Since it's moderately incomprehensible unless you've been reading this blog very closely, so there will be (perhaps totally unnecessary ( Read more... )

In Your Arms
For Curio

When we first met, you looked like you needed a friend ( Read more... )

Round Dance - 2138

It looks nothing at all like the old pictures ( Read more... )

There's that moment when everything changes ( Read more... )

I guess the main event from the weekend was lunch with our old friends Alan and Jeanne Rognlie, who moved out of the Bay Area some 32 years ago. We met for lunch at the AFK Tavern, although no gaming ensued. Good visit.

We decided to have Thanksgiving dinner here; the fridge is now full of ( Read more... )

This was written for the Thirteenth Crowdfunding Creative Jam, on the topic of "portals", in response to a prompt by wyld_dandelyon.

He logs in, writing the words With a long fingernail On the mirror's surface. Ripples Like a stone dropped into A pool of mercury. He steps through.

It's the first poem ( Read more... )

Can one mourn for something that never was ( Read more... )

For as long as I've known her, the flower_cat has been fond of quoting a couple of lines from a poem she heard as a child. It finally occurred to me to type one of the more distinctive lines into Google, which of course yielded the complete poem both by itself and in a blog post (which mentions that it appeared in The Golden Book ( Read more... )