First of all, I’ve been trying to figure out whether I should call this the “Hispanic” or “Mexican” grocery store project. It would be more PC but less accurate to call it “Hispanic,” as the grocery stores to not appear to cater to wider, pan-Hispanic tastes. Here’s the deal. During January-February, I worked on getting […]
I send hugs to the gay couples I knew in Iowa. Hopefully this helps with the adoption situation, too. A couple I knew had started proceedings to adopt a little boy they had fostered, but he was taken away when the social agency found out they were gay and wanted to adopt instead of just
I had two readers for Alien Blue in the ABNA contest. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it to semi-finals, but I did get these two reviews back, see? And while semi-finals were announced March 15th, the reviews just came back today. Understandable; the staff needed to sleep for two weeks, and April 1st would have been
Now I have to wonder if “The Princess and the Pea” is about kids with allergies.
Make that three times I’ve been pranked today. I’d forgotten which of Ray’s baby teeth had come out and which hadn’t; the tooth I thought was a chipped baby tooth was an adult tooth coming in at an off-kilter but perfectly acceptable angle. Silly me; she chipped a different tooth while trying to pry a
After years of running with a perfect April Fool’s Day record, I have been caught TWICE today. TWICE!
Scientists have created a black that is blacker than black. Enormous fish-women swim closer through the stars.
Carol at Alinea at Home GOT HIRED BY GRANT ACHATZ! To work at Alinea! How cool is that? Food blogger makes good 🙂
I finally finished watching Iron Man today. Not bad. But my brain jumped a few links and ended up here: the publishing revolution will depend on better batteries. I’ve been reading Doyce‘s links and ponderings about the future of the publishing industry. Most self-publishers, no matter what that crowd self-reports, currently come across like a
Thoughts on e-readers and the self-publishing revolution. Read More »
There’s blood on the floor, and there’s not supposed to be. It’s only one drop of a nosebleed, but there it is, still mahogany-red on the tiles. There’s blankets on the couch, and there’s not supposed to be. But it’s lonesome back in her bedroom, and she can listen to the sounds of us breathing,
