Smoke everywhere (or at least nearby). The clocks will be the ruin of us all. Delirious, delicious in the sunshine. Small children trying to defenestrate.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum shouted a lot. Just saying. A new coffee pot makes delicious coffee. Driving all over Hell’s half acre. It’s for a good cause! Shooting up aliens.
The sun came out. No more tears at the bus stop. All the tiny words just kept looming. Sometimes you hate where you’re from and you want everyone to know. Or maybe you don’t realize, but everyone else does?
You know it’s bad, when you’re asking a quasi-stranger at the bus stop for life advice.
Sometimes you’re an aardvark, but you think you’re a wombat.
A drop in the vast internet ocean.
Yeah, I also have a ton of things open on my phone’s browser too…
Click, clicky, click. (Or tap, tappy, tap.)
The Internet Speculative Fiction Database: If you ever want to know about some old (or new) SF or fantasy writer. (I thought this book by David Bunch looked interesting, but I have no recollection about where I heard about it.)
I’ve been reading Steven Shaviro’s blog for a long time. He’s always got fascinating things to say about science fiction books and movies. I’ve had this tab open for a while, as you can see from the post title (“Favorite SF of 2016”). (Sadly, he left UW right before I got there.)
There are always more things.
Man, I forgot how much fun old school web logging is.
“A Culture That’s Sick About Sex Will Never Be Able to Stop Harassment and Abuse” Tough to argue with the points in this article. If you asked me what “healthy sexuality” means to me, I’m not sure I could give you a good answer.