Category: lj-import

I just bought Neil Gaiman's new book of short stories, Fragile Things. I don't expect it to take long to read. I also got Old Man's War, by John Scalzi, from the library. So I have a good deal of new reading material, all of which I have been looking forward to. Forecast: a happy…

I was thinking about sheep earlier today, and it reminded me of something that I learned a long time ago. My fourth grade class went to visit a farm one October, and throughout the day we talked to the people in charge of the various animals: the man who took care of the cows, the…

Now for Lila\’s request, of something cute. Anything cute. I was thinking of painting her portrait just because it would be funny, but I decided against it (because I was too lazy). Anyway, I\’ve been experimenting with a more poster-like style recently. Not as fuzzy and abstract as what I usually draw. I like the…

There has been a flurry of activity in the \”blogosphere\” around the passing away of John M. Ford. Making Light just posted an entry with a large number of his various comments and writings (there seems not to be much distinction between the two terms, in his case). I found a number of them wildly…

For those of you who missed Aaron\’s recent adventures, here is a picture I took of him breathing fire. That\’s one talented madman!

Thesis 1: Morality Exists Regardless of God's Existence \”Are you telling me that the only reason why you don't steal, rape and murder, is that you're frightened of God?\” -Richard Dawkins, The Root of All Evil If you can answer this question \”no\”, you're saying that regardless of whether God exists or not, you're not…

I hate those times when you wish something terrible would happen so you feel justified being depressed. I hate wanting to cry, but being unable to summon tears. I hate being a footnote. *shiver* This will pass shortly. But it is how I feel at this precise moment. Ugh. I think I'm going to go…

Aaron just told me a story about his childhood. It's not important what, but it is important that in the end he burned a poem in a jar, closed the lid, and wrote \”Broken Dreams\” on the top. I say \”You're so emo, Aaron.\” \”Shut up!\” I gesture up and down at his completely black…

Three minutes ago, the phone rings. I pick it up. \”Hello?\” \”This is Cami. Can I speak to the lady of the house?\” in a rather ordering tone. (Not, obviously, the usual Cami.) *brief pause while I think of how to respond* \”Can I speak to the lady of the house!\” same tone. \”Well, actually,…

If any of you still think our country is holding to the high moral ground, you should read this. If you are not physically sick throughout a large portion of the article, there may be something wrong with you. I have a fairly strong ability to suppress revulsion, and it was entirely overcome. The article…