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.
Avery is mad at me, because the dishes in the dishwasher are clean. Not only does this mean I won’t let her lick them, but also, they wouldn’t be any fun to lick anyway. Clearly, this is an abomination. A terrible oversight. Quick, provide this poor dog with some dirty dishes.
It’s been a few weeks since I was really able to write, as I’ve been too busy helping the 15-year-old with end-of-term schoolwork. However, last night, I started a new story about Anno, Am-lei, & Jeko from my Crossroads Station stories, and that’s pretty exciting.
I’m now 2/3rds of the way through Dracula, and the sexism of the characters is now actively driving the plot toward disaster as all the men try to protect Mina by hiding information from her and she, in turn, hides information from them to keep them from worrying excessively about her. Ugh.
So…. basically, Mina is being nightly drained by a vampire, and everyone’s missing her obvious symptoms, because they’re writing it off as, “OH SHE’S A WOMAN AND HER DELICATE FEELINGS MUST BE MAKING HER SO WEAK AND TIRED!”
*sounds of disgust*
I wish I could write this off as a problem with an old book being sexist… but doctors still do this today.
Except… usually not about vampires.
Sometimes my cat, Hazel, gnaws on the handles of the kitchen knives when she thinks we’re not looking.
I’m grateful kitchen knives are not easy for a cat to carry in their mouth or remove from a knife block. If they were, I’m pretty sure we’d find knife traps all over our house.
The kid baked a chocolate gingerbread cake & forgot the baking soda—it’s still good but dense. So the conversation has turned to spectacular cooking disasters of the past—forgotten sugar; corn oil mistaken for corn syrup; too much cabbage.
Questionable food, but good memories.
We just started Fraggle Rock: Night of the Lights, and oh goodness, I know rationally that the theme song is catchy, but I hadn’t heard it in a while, and you just can’t really conceive of how incredibly, truly, off-the-charts catchy it is when not actively listening to it.
(Unless, of course, it’s stuck in your head.)
I do really enjoy how Fraggles call humans “Silly Creatures.”
In case anyone was wondering, Fraggles are definitely furry.
They’re non-human creatures who let us look at ourselves from a different angle and the world through different eyes. They get right to the heart of what furry fiction is all about.
A Hallmark-style Christmas romance will be the first kind of movie an AI will be able to create in entirety from scratch. There are simply so many examples to learn the structure from, and they’re so formulaic.
This post brought to you by scrolling through all the new Christmas movies available this year on Hulu. There are a lot!
I’m writing a new story about Jeko & Am-lei, so out of curiosity I asked Midjourney to draw an elephant & butterfly dancing together. It gave me a fairly standard drawing of an elephant and butterfly. Obviously, that isn’t what I had in mind…
Still, I kind of like imagining it’s a piece of art Jeko & Am-lei have up on one of their walls.
It may not be Jeko & Am-lei dancing together, but it could be a depiction of their ancestors meeting, from different worlds, if they’d been able to cross the stars and void between.