Stone Telling Issue 4 is alive!!!!


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Woke up to rain, an in-progress migraine headache, and some messy proof I am definitely not pregnant. Took a Relpax, cleaned up, called in sick, and crawled under the covers to listen to the rain. Had to take another Relpax three hours later, and cramps had kicked in by then, so took painkiller for that too. The rain continued. Slept. Woke up ( Read more... )

I won the Omikuji for September! Go here to see pictures of my wondrous new shiny. Pictures, I might add, taken on my new Palm Pre (I hear tell the commercials are creepy and feature a woman who might be an AI bent on taking over the world; I approve). QWERTY keyboards are joyous things.

Via lisamantchev, a slideshow of abandoned theaters. Gorgeous and creepy, and one of them looks disturbingly like the auditorium of my elementary school in San Francisco, though I don't remember a grand piano.

Counted punch buggies IN MY DRIVEWAY.

( Punch Buggy MINE )

Via wordkink, the best graphic novel never to happen (YET):

They Buried Beethoven ALIVE!

Starring zombie!Beethoven, vampire!Mozart, vampire!Bowie, and the terrifying Montanastein.

I need a zombie icon. Jenny serves.

Vienna Teng's "Gravity."

Boy, my spelling got weird last night. Sorry about that.

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The two foundational live action shows of my childhood were M.A.S.H. and Star Trek. I begged Mom to let me stay up until Dad got home so we could watch them together. My parents, original Trek fans, were tickled at their eldest's love of the show. To this day, it's a show that appeals to the military in me and the fabulist in me ( Read more... )

And they are right. But there's life in it to make the soul quicken.