A blessing for those about to embark on the dangerous voyage of dreaming:
May your teeth be strong,
Your pets not run away,
And the architecture of any building you’re in be cooperative.
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
A blessing for those about to embark on the dangerous voyage of dreaming:
May your teeth be strong,
Your pets not run away,
And the architecture of any building you’re in be cooperative.
My kid was curious about the original Quantum Leap, so we’re watching the pilot and it involves:
—a test pilot
—time travel
—the song “Ooby Dooby” Continue reading “Ooby Dooby”
Me: “What brings you downstairs at this time of night?”
Kid: “I’m not asleep and I’m not a selkie, and those are two very upsetting things.”
Things I would like AI art programs to do:
—Input a book; output a graphic novel
—Input a book; output a movie
—Input a TV show; output an original episode
—Input a music style; output new music in that style
—Input two TV shows; output a cross-over episode
I saw a post about Groundhog Day being a story of a white man getting infinite chances & still trying almost everything before being good.
But it’s also a wish-fulfillment story for people dealing with those men—imagining how nice it’d be if they were instantly magically better. Continue reading “Groundhog Day as Wish Fulfillment for Rita”
Just woke up from a really detailed dream about looking into the feasibility of running a furry bookshop that ended with me instead helping a local indie bookshop owner curate a furry section in their store.
This was fascinatingly different from any other dream I’ve ever had.
It’s getting increasingly hard to work on the sequel to my sci-fi horror novel while waiting to hear what’s going on with the first one…
Even though I plan to write the sequel (and a third book too) regardless of what I hear back, the uncertainty just makes it hard to focus.
The fifteen-year-old: “If whale-sharks are a thing, then shark-whales should also be a thing. And then whale-whales and shark-sharks. Obviously.”
Wow… so… I’m reading Frankenstein, and the monster kills a young boy out of anger and then blames the first pretty girl he sees and frames her for it. See, it’s clearly her fault he committed murder, because pretty girls don’t smile at him.
I’m not even exaggerating.
Andor has too much war and not enough stars.
So serious.
Barely shiny. Continue reading “The Balance Between Stars and Wars”