‘Nuff Said
RIP Jettt, valiant Toyota, sacrificed her life for passengers, 7/29/2009.
One broken finger (must 2finger type), haven’t had a serious cry yet cause ribs hurt too much. Flesh heals. Metal dies.
More Good News: Up for Grabs reviewed by Rainbow Reviews!
If I get any more good news tonight, I may explode. Rainbow reviews has published this lovely take on Up for Grabs, a short story collection I edited.
We now pause for a moment of Squee!
I just received a piece of mail from Torquere Books. They’re buying Wishbone.
Crack!
Raiders of the Lost Ark came out when I was about thirteen years old. I have only vague ideas of why that bullwhip hooked into my consciousness at groin level. Years later I had various friends in the S/M scene who owned signal whips by David Morgan, the same whipmaker responsible for Indianna Jones’ bullwhip. Though it was well-known that Morgan wouldn’t sell to anyone who planned to use one of his whips on human targets, there were few enough alternatives that his whips were the ones to own. I bothered some of my friends into letting me borrow theirs. It took me way to long, but wearing a bike jacket and a borrowed helmet I finally learned to crack.
Erotica? Pornography? Smut!
Every subject on the interwebz has as least one discussion that’s as worn out as the brush you use to scrub the cat box and twice as smelly. Hands-down the most tired of all is “what kind of music do you listen to when you do <subject of discussion group>,” but there is room for a couple more stinkers. In the world of erotica, it’s the erotica vs. porn debate.
Another reason to read the label.
If you’re paying attention, you might have seen news articles reporting on pthalates, chemicals used to soften plastics used in baby bottles, water bottles, and some food containers. What you might not know is that pthalates are used in some sex toys.
ReaderCon, come and gone
There are two different types of con panels. One is the panel where the participants list or taxonomize their experiences with regards to the panel topic. The other is a panel where I learn something. It’s not possible to tell which it’s going to be by reading the panel description, though I’m beginning to suspect that the more participants a panel has, the less I learn. Then there’s the totally random factor of when the migraine drugs will kick in and how hard they kick. On a good day they’ll deliver two hours of tripping my brains out, making anything that happens for the duration unbelievably profound, whether the experience is objectively interesting or not.
ReaderCon
I’m going to be at ReaderCon this weekend. I’m not on any programming, though I’ll be volunteering in the consuite for a bit on Saturday. I have some cute flyers for The Memorial Garden. Feel free to ask me for one, or check out the cool pair of socks I’m knitting.
A Hot Piece of Meat
or…
Further excursions on steaks.
With the 4th approaching, I decided to continue my quest for the perfect steak marinade and spend a little more money than we should on beef for the grill. I entered an overcrowded Whole Paycheck and headed for the meat counter. As is usually the case, I had a migraine and was in no mood to wait a long time or be irritated by lame people. I looked over the case, and saw something that looked like what I wanted. It had no item tag, so I couldn’t tell what it was or how much it cost. I hate that. It was in the section labeled ‘organic’ and ‘local,’ so I expected to find out what it was and maybe buy something else. Furthermore, some hamburgers had fallen down next to it, and you never want ground beef touching other products. It’s icky and probably against health code.
