The J Peterman coat is splendid. The skirt is, unexpectedly, too big (go me, I guess!). The shirt is not flattering, but that was a long shot anyway. So the skirt and shirt go back and the coat goes on. :)
A Political Manifesto
The world is askew. There is revolution in Egypt while that bastion of the free world, America, leads its national news with the announcement that Farah Fawcett’s red swimsuit will be going into the Smithsonian Hall of Fame. My adopted home country is in the throes of election campaigning where the campaigns are led by a newly appointed milksop, a milksop who has been his party’s leader for some time, a sell-out, and a former terrorist, the last two of whom, and the last of whom in particular, I think…
fantabulous weekend
This should be a post with pictures but I’m afraid if I try to get the pictures ready I’ll never get the post made, so I’ll skip the pictures. Except for the photos I’ve already got uploaded. :) (and, um, the ones I seem to be uploading as fast as I can to go along with the post…) Anyway, the Trad Music Festival in Temple Bar has been going on this past week, and on Saturday the wee fambly went out to take in some culture. We discovered while doing…
january’s over?
Work things I intended to accomplish in January: – get the contracts out the door – get the portfolio out the door – 30K on RAVEN CALLS – 2 1 Old Races short stories – 1 series proposal Not bad, actually. I’ve got a few hundred words left to write on the short story, and I did only get one done, not two, but still. I got 31K on RAVEN CALLS, and the series proposal *has* been *worked* on, if not completed… February work thinks: – 30K on RAVEN CALLS…
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth…
Years ago, Dad asked me if there was a JFK assassination moment in my life. One where everybody in my generation could say, instantly, where they had been, what they’d been doing. How they felt. I do not know anyone in my generation who cannot tell me where they were when the Challenger exploded. I was on my way to school with Dad, in our little old orange Datsun, when it was announced on the radio. I couldn’t believe it. Some part of me still can’t. I went in to…