...and I realized that, really, zombie stories can only end in a couple of ways: they get you and eat you, or you kill yourself. No place is safe from the walking dead. It's not like I haven't always known this; it's just that now I know it with a sort of all-consuming, terrorized conviction ( Read more... )

I woke this morning, got out of bed, and went into the kitchen. I fixed breakfast for myself, sat down with food and my laptop to read the morning mail, and then looked out the window. I'd been up for 20 minutes and only then realized that it was snowing. That said, my alarm clock wakes me with the news on NPR every morning and I'd heard the ( Read more... )

1) My fingernails are metal-flecked pink, the result of a deluxe manicure, a treat from MW as part of her visit this weekend. My fingertips feel oddly cold and the pink feels PINK even though it's actually a deep pink rather than a bright pink. I feel like a five-year-old with fingernails of an inappropriate color. Should I have chosen the bronzier ( Read more... )

Dreams: I dreamed last night that I was clearing off a dining room table only to discover a kitten had been buried under the piles of stuff. It looked almost freshly born but somehow I knew it was from the same litter as my-now-six-months-old Sophie. Undernourished and sleepy, it was still alive. I gave it three saucers of lumpy soy milk (because ( Read more... )

A while back, I had a dream about having a meal at a soul food restaurant. The place was little more than a shack, no sign, no name, and the tables were out in the open, not inside. It was by the side of a busy, four-lane road and if you didn't know it was a restaurant, you'd drive by it entirely, assuming it was little more than a shanty for the ( Read more... )

I worked on the Sekrit Project yesterday from 11:00 AM until 6 PM with a half-hour break for lunch. Got home around 7:30ish and worked until 9:00 PM.

During the day, I had company. e_bourne, God bless her, arrived at 11; she was my main monitor, keeping me honest. I then had visits throughout the day from brumbjorn, varina8 and oldmangrumpus, all of whom cheered me on with fruit, ( Read more... )

1) The New York Times offers a heartbreaking mini-documentary called The Last Jew in Afghanistan. Recommended ( Read more... )

Finished: Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore. Very amusing, very clever. Not a keeper, but worth the read.

Perusing: Weird Washington, a coffee table book about the strangest places and stories of the state. As I said to bedii in comments, this book may be the jumping off point for many a day trip ( Read more... )

...and I know this because my dreams tell me so. Let me explain ( Read more... )

This is what happens when you watch Firefly when you can't sleep. I dreamed this morning that I had told Mal Reynolds (who sometimes turned into the hot guy from the corset vendor) that I had to start going to a gym again. He wouldn't let me go without insisting on negotiating my membership rates. So there we sat, going over numbers as the gym ( Read more... )