November was a rattling old wooden roller coaster of a month and it has left me with the splintery legacy of a chest cold that I can't quite seem to shake ( Read more... )

( A few more thoughts on a half-orc. )

I am not so good at sitting back and trying to recover. Today I did taxes and still went to class, though I didn't do any labwork. I did some tidying and dishes, too. But the taxes were the main thing. I had really been worrying about them, but it didn't seem to be as bad as I thought ( Read more... )

^ It's actually a tricky thing. Sometimes the more you go on, the more you manage to obfuscate the original elegance and power of an idea ( Read more... )

Spring always makes me want to shake up my thinking a bit, I think. I start putting things together in new ways or dusting off things that I haven't thought about in a while ( Read more... )

From the plains of Indiana. We went to stay near Turkey Run in some nice little cabins. We brought stinky cheeses to eat, and smoked salmon, and a little wine. We did an awesomely long, somewhat rugged hike. And we.. stayed sick as it turned out. Oops. We ate some really decadent fried food, as well ( Read more... )

Jill and I watched Wuthering Heights a couple nights ago, with Tom Hardy. It was awesome. At first I thought it was a ghost story, which it isn't, really, then I thought it was a romance, which it also isn't exactly. Mostly it is Heathcliff's show and he steals it for sure ( Read more... )

Last week was kinda crappy. Nothing really major or life-changing went wrong, just a gradually accumulating series of irritations. I even tried making a post about how I was feeling better one day and feeling positive and livejournal completely destroyed the formatting and turned it into a mess ( Read more... )

I have so many things I want to write about - I need to take a couple hours, pour myself a glass of scotch or good tea and write until the words stop coming. Here is, at a glance, the topics I am planning to come back to ( Read more... )

It's a project meant to keep the ghosts of men and women killed with Winchester rifles at bay. It is full of rooms that don't connect to each other and hallways that do not lead anywhere ( Read more... )