An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I’ve trained my daughter that apple pie means chocolate chips on top.
It was quite simple. We made apple pie last week. I put chocolate chips on top. So, now, Elaine’s asking to “make apple pie! And put chocolate chips on top!”
The chocolate chips were the best part. Continue reading “Chocolate Chips on Apple Pie”
I’ve completely unpacked my suitcase and put it away for the first time since leaving for college.
Elaine calls apricots “aurora borealises.”
I carry a phaser in one pocket. And a tribble in the other.
I spent my evening sewing tribbles.
We’ve decided that Miral Paris should be our babysitter. She doesn’t do much else while we’re fighting off Orion thugs and brutes in Star Trek Online.
I finished season 3 of Babylon 5.
I like it… But, it’s less self-analytical than DS9. The Minbari religion goes largely unquestioned. Whereas, the Bajoran religion was held up against scientific knowledge, and the characters were forced to grapple with questions of what it meant when science did not (or, more interestingly for examining the concept of faith) did agree with their religion. Continue reading “Half of a Polite Conversation”
I strongly suggest that Buffy enlist in Starfleet. By and large, they take much better care of their employees than the Watcher’s Council.
I’ve started Elaine playing her first MMO — her avatar is a pink penguin, walking around a lighthouse, making smily face emotes.
Finally downloading the Star Trek Online beta.
I live in the kind of neighborhood where, if you’re digging a ditch in your front yard, the guy who lives across the street will come over and help fix your broken pipe. And if he doesn’t have the right size scrap of PVC, then he’ll get it from the guy who lives on the corner.