(Doyce’s Story) It wasn’t meant to be bad. The kind of people who come up with these kinds of ideas aren’t the kind of people who can mean for them to be used the way they inevitably will be used. Perhaps it’s a kind of protection for the human race: the creators can only be […]

I hate editing. You’re not actually making anything, you’re just fixing your screwups (at least, that’s what my annoyed brain is telling me at the moment). But, in the interest of possibly lessening the suffering of another writer out there… I’m using a spreadsheet tool to help keep track of things (a tab for characters,

What’s the “walk score” of your neighborhood? Does it have a lot of parks? coffee shops? bookstores? Our house is a 37, which matches up with what I’ve been saying: I love everything about our house…except the neighborhood, which is kind of boring. (via Biophemera)

Back on Odin’s shoulders, Munin doesn’t so much as stick his beak in Odin’s ear before Odin starts ruminating about Baldur’s last day. The great, one-eyed face droops lower and lower, until tears roll down his cheeks and disappear into his beard, and he snuffles like a great, big beagle. Normally, this is where Hugin

I don’t think I’ll ever make this recipe…boggles the mind, no? But I may always wonder.

The paintings of Alie Ward. “Whatever” makes me think of Katie. (via Neatorama.)

by Paul DiFilippo. Check out the cover at the link above. Three figures, each presented in three sections: one has the head of a woman (Queen Victoria), the torso of something resembling an albino frog, and the feet of a dance-hall girl. The other two figures are even stranger and more mismatched. Along with the

(This was back in June.) The Coffee Tree is this combination coffee shop/bookstore in Huntsville, pretty much off the beaten path as far as tourists go, and I had high hopes for it. I went in. It was like an old general store, with wainscotting and turned posts and mint-green paint. I was served by

(Sao Tome) 70% Dark Chocolate The cover says, “Rich and robust chocolate notes and hints of aromatic coffee.” Hm…it’s chocolate. Might it possibly have chocolate notes? Gosh! It does! I’m not really picking up on the coffee hints, unless you’re talking about the smell when you roast coffee, which smells mostly like, um, chocolate. It’s

The guys at work were talking about Judo; one of them is pretty good at it, apparently. What are the throws like, kicks vs. throws, are there belts, etc. “…and afterwards, you all have bagels, right?” “What?” “Bagels.” “Why bagels?” “It would make sense that the official food of juuuu-dooo is bagels.” Silence. I groaned.