It’s too late to tell Lee, “Happy Birthday.” His birthday was yesterday. However, I was feeling kind of yucky, so he let me take a nap and goof off all day. Today was his birthday supper. I must say, I entirely hold with the tradition of having a birthday supper. Or lunch. Or whatever. I […]
An excellent photo showing the spread from the pyramids of Giza to modern Cairo. (via Neatorama.)
I’ve been looking for something over the last few days. I didn’t know that I was looking for whatever it was, let alone what it was that I was looking for. And now I know I’ve found it, I still don’t know what it was. There’s this story by Theodore Sturgeon, The Dreaming Jewels, I
Verus Gnomicon: The Book of Knowing True Names. The reason, I think, science fiction is so bad at predicting the future is that it isn’t about the future so much as it is a commentary on the present, a commentary that uses ad absurdem as a technique. (Well, not really, but this is a ponder
One of the elephants looked like she’d lost a lot of weight. The old grandfather bull giraffe had died. He had so many knobblies on his head he looked like his horns had taken sprout, irregularly, almost down to his neck. A swirl of budgies (one of whom regaled me with a wolf whistle) has
(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,
