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The Chronicles of Riddick Not a trailer…a teaser? Strange. Looks like a sci-fi end of the world thing. Neaaaaat. Via Xkot

Bork! Bork! Bork! Via ***Dave: You are the the Swedish Chef. You are a talented individual, nobody understandsyou. Perhaps it’s because you talk funny. FAVORITE EXPRESSION: “Brk! Brk! Brk!” HOBBIES: Kokin’ der yummee-yummers FAVORITE MOVIE: “Wild Strawberries…and Creme” LAST BOOK READ: “Der Swedish Chef Kokin’ Bokin’” QUOTE: “Vergoofin der flicke stoobin mit der brk-brkyubetcha!” What

Fried. Mental survival due to Lee, Ray, hot chocolate, and loud music over the headphones at work.

Word Count. Finally finished typing in the last pages of the book. Final count for first draft is 483 pages, with a true word-count of 93,641 words and an estimated word count (manuscript-formatted pages * 250) of 120,750 words. And so, so much work to do.

Book Review. Watching My Language, by William Safire. William Safire writes a column for the New York Times on language. This is a collection of them. The main thing that I’m taking away from this book is the idea that grammar isn’t fixed, constant, or even consistent from expert to expert. Yes, it’s possible to

I killed my bonsai tree. Not on purpose. Maybe that’s all that needs to be said.

Zen and Sex. You may want to skip this post. I’ve been reading a zen book to de-stress; more on that later. Some thoughts: The author talks about light and darkness. Light is a metaphor for the things we see with our intellect–the example he uses is a meal. We prepare separate dishes with separate

The Court Jester. “Those who try to tangle with my derring-do, wind up at the angle that herring do. They hold their heads like very dead herring do.” I love that movie. PBS Saturday and Sunday afternoons, spent watching black and white movies. The Court Jester. Ivanhoe. And we knew when pledge week was on,

O Mi-Mi Tee! We put up our little Christmas tree on Friday. I love Target. In a world of ritzy glass tree ornaments, they had shiny, tinted, plastic snowflakes and ball ornaments on sale, so we could decorate the tree together and leave it where Ray could touch it and not get yelled at (too

Ugh. Don’t take a nap just before sunset, no matter how full and lazy you are. You’ll be so disoriented when you wake up. Bleah. And your mouth tastes funny. I know a good cure for nap-overs, though. Chocolate. You don’t know nap-overs? Rachael and I know nap-overs. There are times when we wake up