For any idiots out there who might still harbor the myth (popular during the early '00s) that Tolkien was anti-semitic, please enjoy: "What’s classier than J.R.R. Tolkien telling off Nazis? Absolutely nothing. (via io9)

Meanwhile, thousands of dorks are blubbering in righteous indignation over the similarities between Battle Royale and The Hunger ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I've done an ayem blog entry, but here's one. Why the hell not. The world's back on Caitlín Standard Time, meaning I'm no longer early for everything, and I figure an anti-celebration is in order.

1. I'm at sixes and sevens over the fact that Sirenia Digest #75 has been ready to be PDFed and emailed since March 4th (!), yet ( Read more... )

January is almost over, and we've had one snow. It only lasted a day before the melting began. I only have four data points from which to work, so my results are suspect, but based on those four, it's been an unusual winter here in Providence. Sunny today, and presently 39˚F ( Read more... )

Comment today, kittens. It'll help ( Read more... )

00. I'm not feeling very bow tie this afternoon. Comments would be nice.

01. Yesterday there was email, and Subterranean Press needed some stuff from me for The Yellow Book, which, you may recall, is the FREE hardcover chapbook that accompanies the limited edition (but not the trade) of Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart. Little odds and ends, ( Read more... )

I'm haunted,
By the hallways in this tiny room,
The echos there of me and you,
The voices that are carrying this tune,
Ba da pa pa...

Yesterday is what happens when chaos and the best of intentions square off and have a good ol' Godzilla versus Gamera boxing match. We're having a couple of moderately warm days here....

WAITYes, in a few more ( Read more... )

I'm glad Lindsay Lohan's community service gig at the LA County Morgue is working out so well, because it doesn't seem like jail's willing to keep her even five hours. But, really, here's my thing: who gives a shit? Everywhere I go on the goddamn internet this morning, there's Lindsay Lohan skulking about, and it's not like I felt so fucking great ( Read more... )

Here in Providence it's a balmy 53˚Fahrenheit, bright and sunny ( Read more... )

There are days that are bad. There are days that manage to be worse than bad. And then there was yesterday. And all I will further deign to say on the subject (as discretion may not be the better part of valor, but it can sometimes be the author's best friend) is that there are times when the legal departments of major publishers are capable of ( Read more... )

The way I feel this morning, well, this is what three days of heftier-than-usual-Valium doses and pretty much no sleep does to a body. Or to mine. Maybe you could sail through it without batting an eye. Me, I feel like a bus hit me. Twice ( Read more... )