There’s a new Danica McKellar Christmas movie!!!!
That’s exactly what I need today.
It’s called “Christmas at the Drive-In,” and the first few minutes are exactly what you’d expect. Continue reading “More Mediocre Christmas Movies”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
There’s a new Danica McKellar Christmas movie!!!!
That’s exactly what I need today.
It’s called “Christmas at the Drive-In,” and the first few minutes are exactly what you’d expect. Continue reading “More Mediocre Christmas Movies”
The farther along I get in Dracula, the more I feel like it’s a crime how the 1992 movie wasted Winona Rider in a role she actually would have been brilliant at if it had been adapted better.
I’d really like to see an adaptation with that cast… but better. Continue reading “Many Scattered Thoughts on Stargate, Warcraft, and Stargate”
Achievement unlocked: ten max level characters in World of Warcraft!
I know they won’t be max level anymore come Tuesday, but for now, I have ten max level characters — warlock, hunter, druid, rogue, shaman, demon hunter, priest, mage, evoker, death knight. Continue reading “Ten Max Level Characters”
It’s mediocre Christmas movie season!
Starting off with “A Christmas Movie Christmas,” and it’s better than average! (If you haven’t watched a bunch of these things, you may not know where “average” falls.) Continue reading “A Christmas Movie Christmas & The March Sisters at Christmas”
Daniel and I were discussing maybe taking the kids on a trip to Hawaii, and the 9-year-old announced: “Why would you take me there? They don’t have internet!”
The kid course corrected pretty quickly, admitting they probably have internet, in response to our baffled expressions. Continue reading “Tidbits of Fiction, Reality, and the Space In-Between”
I found this in an email I sent to myself at 4am last night. Seems like a solid reason for having been awake at 4am.
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in The Voice of Dog, June 2021
Lieutenant Vonn crashed through the undergrowth of the wild alien rainforest. The uplifted yellow Labrador felt like the branches were grabbing at her, tearing at her Tri-Galactic Navy uniform. She hated this planet. Usually, she liked planets. Ground missions were her favorite — getting off the stuffy, artificial halls of the starship Initiative, and setting paw to dirt. She lived for that stuff — fresh air, walking about in the sunshine! But right now, all she could think about was Commander Wilker and Consul Tor, stuck in a hole in the ground — a deep, dark ditch; a trap lined with primitive pointed sticks that kept her from climbing safely down after them. Continue reading “The Arsenal of Obsolescence”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Daily Science Fiction, July 2019
Gary was a humanoid android, programmed to experience the complete range of human emotions. Right now, he was sad. His broad shoulders slouched, and his head hung, framing his handsome face with his beautiful raven hair. He had been designed to be beautiful.
Chirri wasn’t sure what to do with this sad android who’d shown up in her bakery, so she served him a piece of cake on the house. The felinid-alien slid a gold-embossed ceramic plate in front of Gary, and the android stared disconsolately at the piece of fudgy caramel cake on it for several seconds — a very long time for an android — before saying, “I don’t eat.” Continue reading “The Words in Frosting”
King Anduin wasn’t standing in the right spot for my shaman, so I just spent like half an hour opening up Kul Tiras for almost no reason. #Warcraft
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Kaleidotrope, September 2016
The letter was sealed and stamped but had never been sent. Amelie almost passed it over entirely while going through her aunt’s old boxes of science articles and research notes. It was addressed to a professor at the University of Crosshatch, Maryland. Amelie didn’t think her aunt had ever worked there, but Aunt Jill had traveled a lot. She’d studied giraffes in Africa and wild horses in the Gobi Desert. She’d worked her way across Europe studying the few remaining bison, all kept in zoos. It seemed like there was nowhere Aunt Jill hadn’t been, so Amelie couldn’t be sure. Continue reading “A Pearl for Amelie”