Sunny and cold today. It's 47˚F, but the wind chill is at 41˚F. We could have snow showers tonight.

Yesterday I did precisely 1,000 words on the third chapter of Cherry BombHere on this day, marked as it is as an observance, I have this thought: America has now reached a point where there are thirteen-year-old children who have not ever known ( Read more... )

Dreams that do not bear repeating; wield spite, and bury a dream in oblivion. Besides, this is one of those days when I have too many things to write about, not too few ( Read more... )

With thanks to stsisyphus :

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The Vonnegut quote I referred to was posted by grandmofhelsing and matociquala, and it was also nice to see an Armistice nod from nineweaving. Anyway, in case you've not read it, and wondered what I was on about, here's the quote:

I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, all ( Read more... )

As I have said in the past, I do not recognize Veteran's Day. Rather, I recognize Armistice Day. This is not just a streak of contrariness. See Kurt Vonnegut for my rationale ( Read more... )

A truly stunningly hideous dream this morning, even by my standards. So, just a tad dreamsick right now ( Read more... )

Snurched this from Elizabeth Bear (matociquala), because there's no need to reinvent the wheel:

So this book is a sidewalk strewn with junk, trash which I throw over my shoulders as I travel in time to November eleventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-two ( Read more... )