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My poem "The Firebird's Revenge" has been accepted by The Cascadia Subduction Zone. It was written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rose_lemberg in April and is about more or less exactly what it says.
Tonight whenderspatchel and I were buying groceries at the Stop & Shop on McGrath Highway, the cashier—a black woman with braids, working later than we were shopping—told me she loved my lapel pin and asked where it came from. I said I was really glad and gave her the store name on Etsy. She said she wished I had a spare; I would have given it to her if I had. I think if seeing it makes anyone feel better, then it's doing the right thing.
We made quiche for dinner, with ham and black olives and two kinds of grated cheese. Autolycus positioned himself strategically beneath the counter to snaffle up any falling bits of extra-sharp cheddar or gouda. "Little scavenger!" I apostrophized him as he leapt onto the counter itself and began to Pac-Man his way toward the paper plate of cheese waiting to be stirred into the custard. "Oh, my little hagfish, no." He made another try for the completed quiche when it was on the dining room table, but we removed him. For dessert, we did make Rice Krispie treats with Penzeys Ceylon cinnamon and they are delicious. We added a heaping teaspoon of cinnamon to the three tablespoons of butter when they were melting in the saucepan and then stirred in the ten-ounce package of marshmallows and the result was not heavily spiced, but rather warmly, and we let them cool and cut them up into squares and then I ate three and it is mostly the fact that it is now too late for me to eat anything that is keeping the rest alive. There's still tomorrow.
Mythic Delirium has posted their 2016 award eligibility round-up, including my short story "The Trinitite Golem" in Clockwork Phoenix 5. Go read the year's archive and nominate stuff you like! At least good art came out of this year.
rose_lemberg in April and is about more or less exactly what it says.Tonight when
derspatchel and I were buying groceries at the Stop & Shop on McGrath Highway, the cashier—a black woman with braids, working later than we were shopping—told me she loved my lapel pin and asked where it came from. I said I was really glad and gave her the store name on Etsy. She said she wished I had a spare; I would have given it to her if I had. I think if seeing it makes anyone feel better, then it's doing the right thing.We made quiche for dinner, with ham and black olives and two kinds of grated cheese. Autolycus positioned himself strategically beneath the counter to snaffle up any falling bits of extra-sharp cheddar or gouda. "Little scavenger!" I apostrophized him as he leapt onto the counter itself and began to Pac-Man his way toward the paper plate of cheese waiting to be stirred into the custard. "Oh, my little hagfish, no." He made another try for the completed quiche when it was on the dining room table, but we removed him. For dessert, we did make Rice Krispie treats with Penzeys Ceylon cinnamon and they are delicious. We added a heaping teaspoon of cinnamon to the three tablespoons of butter when they were melting in the saucepan and then stirred in the ten-ounce package of marshmallows and the result was not heavily spiced, but rather warmly, and we let them cool and cut them up into squares and then I ate three and it is mostly the fact that it is now too late for me to eat anything that is keeping the rest alive. There's still tomorrow.
Mythic Delirium has posted their 2016 award eligibility round-up, including my short story "The Trinitite Golem" in Clockwork Phoenix 5. Go read the year's archive and nominate stuff you like! At least good art came out of this year.
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My cat insists on sniffing all the human food but refuses to eat it. Which would be fine, except once in a while she'll try to gnaw on one of my notebooks...
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My cat insists on sniffing all the human food but refuses to eat it. Which would be fine, except once in a while she'll try to gnaw on one of my notebooks...
Oh, cat! Notebooks are for eating even less than human food is! Autolycus tries to fall asleep on my computer and bat at the screen and walk back and forth across the keyboard in order to demonstrate its utter insigificance in the face of a cat who needs attention, but at least he's never gnawed on it than I remember.