There will be a movie night at my place, Tuesday the 13th, of Snow White: a Tale of Terror, a more faithful adaptation of the Grimms Brothers' tale, starring Sigourney Weaver and Sam Neill. A Potluck will start at 7:00 with movie at 8:30.

Today Graham and Burrow and I are going to Grandview Park to sell books off a blanket. Bad fantasy novels and ( Read more... )

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Good morning to the new lunar year. On the Chinese calendar it's my year, the year of the Dog.

The roof of my mouth feels lightly of electricity. Yesterday was falling backward, a door opening accidently, opening onto a room full of people I never see and don't think about often enough. I have a new ring, a silver thing like the branch of a ( Read more... )

Any time it snows, parts of my brain shunt into being six years old. This can be rather embarrassing, like when you're about to turn on someone and be upset for them unclipping your bra when you told them not to but your eyes have caught sight of magical fluffy little frozen clumps of white falling from the sky, so instead your lips blossom into a ( Read more... )

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