Somehow I got into the habit of doing these things, but today I feel quite lazy.

Last Year's highlights:
[The year in hindsight]January: I put out one chapter (yes, I know... all the blame is mine,) of The Elven Heritage Legacy last year. For those of you who showed up to the journal at some point since last January, The Elven Heritage Legacy is a serial Sims 2 ( Read more... )

So, for Christmas I got Judgement at Proteus, the very last of Timothy Zahn's Quadrail series. I... well, I actually can't tell you much about the plot without spoiling at least book one. I've been following the series since about '08 or so: waiting for installments is actually the reason I've read so much of Zahn's other stuff. (Icarus Hunt is a ( Read more... )

So, guess what's not done?


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I really should be working on Thesis or Poor Unfortunate Souls, but... it's been so long since I've played "Spot the Fallacy." So you get an educated rant/freeform essay/rebuttal.

Sexism and Wish-Fulfillment:

I found this quoted recently.

"A smoking .45 and six corpses at his feet is a male fantasy. A woman will settle for one live hero at ( Read more... )

Hi human beings! This is a post that isn't about things I wrote or thinly disguised whining about my academic life.


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Obviously, this is a general post. I've got a countdown up for the chapter, and I need about 10 images, two of which need photomanipulation. Woot - go me. Next chapter is slowly, but surely, being written. I've got two scenes, and this time I really do think that I won't need too many things. Besides more casual teen male clothes - anybody know of ( Read more... )

Which I'm all for - my sentient math equations should be able to solve themselves without my input. The've shown a lot of inventiveness this semester in making my life miserable, after all. Also, I'm a sucker for books, and although I'm not allowed to think too much about it (as per the rules,) I've got a list.

Rules: Don't take too long to think ( Read more... )

I remember being five years old and listening to trees, the slow creak of the water rushing through them, buried deep under the bark, matching the sea-sound heartbeat in my ears. On windy days I would hold tight to the corners of my open jean jacket, and let the wind blow me back half a step, convinced that I would be lifted, kitelike, along the ( Read more... )