An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
If you don’t play Diablo 3, this won’t mean anything, but I decided to farm treasure goblins for rainbow portals to Whimsydale…
…and it only took two days to find Princess Lilian and get the cosmic wings. Continue reading “Cosmic Wings from Princess Lilian”
We now own three cats who look so much alike that a quick glance is not enough to tell them apart.
I just signed a contract with Daily Science Fiction for them to publish three more of my Crossroads Station stories about Maradia and her robots! Continue reading “Cats, Dogs, and Robot Stories”
Concept: a witch, but the only magic she does involves summoning and keeping familiars. Lots of familiars.
(She is me. I am this witch.)
I am full of contentment for my house is full of tiny leopards. Continue reading “Houseful of Tiny Leopards”
The breeder we got our kitten from contacted us to see if we wanted another Bengal, and we’d already been thinking about contacting her about getting another Bengal, and…
We’re getting a beautiful one-year-old Bengal tomorrow who already knows Hazel from when she was a baby!!! Continue reading “The Advent of Piper”
I can’t get over an argument I had years ago with a Caltech grad about how “don’t be evil” is literally the lowest bar for goodness that a company could set for themself.
I didn’t get into Caltech. He did. And he still couldn’t see that.
Smart people can be so dumb.
Theresa cannot believe the impudence of this kitten we got — not only does Hazel persist in existing and living in our house, but she has the sheer AUDACITY to be in the exact spot Theresa happens to want to be in right now.
Putting up the Christmas tree, and suddenly the kid looks very serious…
Me: “Is something wrong?”
Kid: “It’s about Santa…”
Me, holds breath.
Kid: “…and COVID.” Continue reading “Christmas Quarantine”
That feeling when you add fifteen words to your novel in progress… and somehow it’s still not done.
“Imagine two turkeys in a haunted house. They see a feast. Then -poof!- dead. Wait… that’s not even a joke!”
—the seven-year-old, trying to tell a joke
I want a dog with a mind like a diamond,
I want a dog who knows what’s best,
He is fast, thorough, and quick on his feet,
He’s touring the facilities and herding the sheep,
I want a dog with short ears and a loooooong muzzle!