Yet it is not Dionysos who by himself has devised the game like a cruel child
My poem "Tapping the Vine" appears to have placed second in the 2011 Dwarf Stars Award. Thanks to
lesser_celery for the heads-up.
One of the rides at EPCOT Center which I have remembered most vividly for the last twenty-plus years (I was three-ish the first time my parents took me, eight the second and last time; I remember insisting I was tall enough for Space Mountain at Disney World and then being convinced we were going to smash into something in the dark and die) was the now-defunct Horizons, which I didn't realize was defunct until
derspatchel told me. This afternoon I found the script and had sort of a simultaneous attack of nostalgia and Weltschmerz. I wanted that kelp-forest future.
I am running a fever. Today could have been a lot better.
One of the rides at EPCOT Center which I have remembered most vividly for the last twenty-plus years (I was three-ish the first time my parents took me, eight the second and last time; I remember insisting I was tall enough for Space Mountain at Disney World and then being convinced we were going to smash into something in the dark and die) was the now-defunct Horizons, which I didn't realize was defunct until
I am running a fever. Today could have been a lot better.

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I went to bed in a rotten mood last night. I woke up to find a message on Facebook from someone who had fallen in love with Singing Innocence and Experience, a message on Livejournal from someone who had fallen in love with "The Clock House," and my collaboration with CaitlĂn, "In the Praying Windows of the Sea," has been reprinted in the latest issue of Sirenia Digest. Okay, universe, I get the point!
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---L.
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I'm trying!