Where I’ve been. What I’ve been up to. What I haven’t been up to. Plus — several highly creative excuses for same! Plus-plus — some news on the new DC project. Check in again soon.
Archive for September, 2006
In a word: Democrats. They can’t be this stupid, can they? *CAN THEY–?!?*
Still recovering from the pneumonia, but I need to make note of this one event before any more time goes by: Last Friday, September 15th, was among the most important days of my life. I saw my daughter Samantha that day for the first time in eighteen years. What separated us for so long isn’t […]
I’ve just been through a week that has , by turns, been aggravating, infuriating, frustrating, terminally stress-inducing, terrifying, touching, exhilarating, illuminating and, now, diseased. I’ve got pneumonia again. (Sing that to the tune of the last line in each verse of “Lodi”: *Oh, lawd, I got NU-moan-YA ah-gin…*) I’ll write more about this when my […]
A few spammers have gotten past WordPress’ defenses the last few days, and we’ve been seeing porn type messages, er, penetrate to the comments sections. I’ve instituted another anti-spam measure that should help considerably. If you notice any strange behavior from the blog as you’re posting comments, please let me know.
From Gail Simone, via Mark Evanier’s blog: Early this morning, the Texas home of award-winning writer/artist Lea Hernandez, my friend and co-creator of the graphic novel Killer Princesses, caught fire and burned. Half her house is now gone, and the rest is smoke-damaged. In addition, she lost at least six of her family’s beloved pets, […]
From Daily Kos. So much for the myth of the “liberal media”.
I’ve closed comments on the previous post. We were spending ‘way too much time on it. Honestly, I never expected it to generate so much discussion — though I probably should have. Humans are instinctively interested in the particulars of each other’s existence. Dr. Phil has built an empire on that principle.
Thursday afternoon, I had a brief conversation with a person who believes I ruined her life. On purpose. Existence *is* like a box of chocolates. You never know if you’re going to get creamy nougat or venom.