Sup LJ.  For the last week I've had a bodacious upper respiratory infection that's spread to my right ear.  I used to get sick once a year, but lately I've had one weird respiratory problem after another -- maybe I'm sleeping in an asbestos nest?  Mostly it's annoying because it feels like my head is stuffed with cotton, and it makes me not want to ( Read more... )

After my recent whining about Anne Rice, someone told me that Poppy Z. Brite was considerably grittier.  The library had only one of her books, Exquisite Corpse, so of course after I read it I find out it's the book that should never be read as an introduction.  This is ... understandable.  Several times I paused to consider how grateful I was that ( Read more... )