I've finished the final three 100-word parts of a little drabble series I started last year for the grangersnape100 Buttons Challenge. It's here, though you may want to scroll down so you don't end up reading it backwards.

I'm definitely filing this one under the "Better Late Than Never, I Hope"-section of my mental lumber room, where the fic-muse has been ( Read more... )

What does one say when one hasn't posted for six months? I'm alive? Oh, yay! I've been thinking about posting for weeks now, for months ... but then an inner voice always kicks in: "You idiot. They think you're dead or gone to Antarctica." And the longer you wait, the more idiotic you feel ( Read more... )

Wild times in Vancouver over the past three months ... and I'm not talking about the club scene or hockey riots. We're usually known as the paradise of the north, and after a long, glorious summer and a delightfully mild fall, we felt understandably smug. Then ... WHAM! We were pounded in November with record rains that triggered landslides into ( Read more... )

Though I don't like the length of my commute, I am very fond of what I'm driving around in these days...


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Damn. Mr Savageland has been feeling a bit poorly lately, went to see the doctor this afternoon, and just phoned on his way home to say he's been told he has to go in for "lots of tests ( Read more... )

I've been buried lately in boxes--trying during my one week of vacation-time to finish all the unpacking and sorting and storing left over from my move in early July! ... when I plunged immediately into my new job ... then worked on finishing my paper for Lumos ... But today I received a most interesting e-mail from my friend junewilliams7 letting me know about ( Read more... )

... and then the trek westward begins. I've hardly had a moment to breathe. Or eat. My life consists of taping boxes, loading boxes, labelling boxes, carrying boxes, dreaming about boxes. Starting tomorrow night, I get to spend six days in hotels as I finish teaching my spring session class (almost 40 papers to mark by Monday night--why, God, ( Read more... )

( So … I shook the hand of Vice President Al Gore on my fiftieth birthday. )

Finally ... my condo's on the market! People say it should sell quickly: 12-foot high ceilings, oak trim, fireplace, almost 1200 sq ft in a 1912 heritage building . . . etc, blah blah. Here's hoping they're right, because I don't want to go to Vancouver at the end of June and have to worry about selling a property long-distance while hitting the ( Read more... )