“PICKNOSE,” shrieked the six year old, gleefully. “Why is he called PICKNOSE? Does he PICK HIS NOSE A LOT?!?!” “No,” I said, amused. “It’s because is nose is shaped like a pick, which is the thing he’s holding.” Indy was less disappointed by this than I expected. :) I haven’t done much coloring lately, by which I mean, in the past 6 months. I opened up my big Elfquest coloring book once and got overwhelmed because all I’d put down on the page so far were the orange highlights for…
Picoreview: Triple xXx / Return of Xander Cage: daft but fun. I went to Return of Xander Cage a couple weeks ago and sort of squinted at it, because I hadn’t seen Triple xXx for years but my vague feeling was that it had been an spy/action flick that lived within the bounds of extreme possibility, in much the same way that The Fast and the Furious was faintly realistic, but Xander Cage was like skipping from FF1 directly to FF6, dispensing with the build-up and just moving from vaguely…
I’ll start out with the links, in case that’s all you’re here for. :) ROSES IN AMBER, available now at: iTunes || Kindle || Kobo || Nook || Amazon (paperback) || & at bookstores near you! Order with title or ISBN (978-1613171363) Beauty and the Beast is my favourite fairy tale. Always has been, perhaps since I read “The Wounded Lion” in the gorgeously illustrated ENCHANTED TALES (Rand McNally, 1978) as a small child. I read Robin McKinley’s Beauty until the cover fell off, and Rose Daughter years later. Between…
I had a gift certificate for another massage therapist place in Dublin, and since I didn’t have an appointment with my PT today, I made an appointment at this other place. I got more of a PT session than I expected from it, especially around my hips and middle back, which are very goddamn sore. Probably going to a 2 hour movie immediately after didn’t help, but anyway, ow. Hrm. I thought I was going to have more to say than that, but I guess I don’t. Except boy am…
I hadn’t planned on going to a political rally last night. In fact, I’d had specific other plans–there’s a local SF book club that I’m trying to attend in, y’know, an attempt to socialize myself better–but god damn it, this is it, people. These are the days that, in history class, we would say, “Well, if *I* had been alive in the 30s, *I* would have…” This moment, what you’re doing now, that’s what you’d have been doing then, because our Right Now is the path they were on eighty…