Many mountains that I can breathe in

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My story "Notes Toward the Classification of the Lesser Moly" (Zahir #12) has been recommended by The Internet Review of Science Fiction. This really pleases me.

Because we had a bar of dark chocolate with ancho and chipotle chiles in the house, my father and I made chicken with mole poblano tonight. We made up half the recipe and nobody wrote any of it down. I've started to feel as though I should keep lab notes for the kitchen.

Tomorrow, nineweaving and I plan to watch The Wicker Man (1973). Based on xterminal's review, however, I think we will be avoiding the recent remake like the plague.

To everyone who commented on or even read the last post: thank you. It's a way of keeping memory. The candle's burned out; I am not the only one who knows her stories.

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(I also used to peel and eat lemons, so it's been established that my taste buds are wired for another planet.)


THRILL in TERROR as the uncivilised LOST BEAUTY OF THE WILDS tears apart ENTIRE LEMONS!! Steal her lemons AT PERIL OF DEATH by HER BRAIDED LEMON RIND SPEAR!!

It's a lot better than the time I ate a bucket of butter as a child.

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THRILL in TERROR as the uncivilised LOST BEAUTY OF THE WILDS tears apart ENTIRE LEMONS!! Steal her lemons AT PERIL OF DEATH by HER BRAIDED LEMON RIND SPEAR!!

Sir, you are made of awesome.

It's a lot better than the time I ate a bucket of butter as a child.

Eeek.

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Sir, you are made of awesome.

Heh, thank you. But it is your wild, unfettered, lemon devouring savagery that inspires me. Seriously, I find it attractive and I'm not sure why.