And I'll be kissing you in the boneyard
Meanwhile, I got home from singing and running erands to discover, in among the snail-mail, my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #41, whose table of contents is a thing of great beauty. Stories by Patricia Russo and Erik Amundsen, poems by Gemma Files, Francesca Forrest, Elizabeth Bear, David Kopaska-Merkel and Kendall Evans, and that doesn't include the other half of the magazine. This issue's theme is morbidity and mortality, so those of you who are subscribers may consider it your printed Tenebrae. Those of you who are not subscribers, why not? My poems "Anon" and "Cryptogamy" may also be found therein.
In short, I am calling this week a success. Monday, I spent half the day at the Boston Museum of Science, acquired a DVD of Danton (1983, Andrzej Wajda) with a gift certificate Eric gave me for St. Swithin's Day, and found out my name now shows up in Dutch astronomical journals. Tuesday, I cooked mussels with coconut milk and lemon grass; Wednesday, I distracted Eric from Readercon and said hello to Eddy, who is visiting from Santa Cruz. Thursday,
This whole not sucking out loud thing, I could get used to it.

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Yeah, I love The Gods Are Thirsty. Though it always makes me want to write A/U threesome fic, and derail the Terror through hot OT3 sex.
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(Patrice Chéreau is rather fine as him, too.)
Though it always makes me want to write A/U threesome fic, and derail the Terror through hot OT3 sex.
*ksnerk*
. . . so what's stopping you?