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Oh dear lord: Ladies, You Should Know Better: How feminism wages war on common sense. I’ve been meaning to write a post about rape for some time, because it’s all over the feminist blogs. When preppy white boys are accused of crimes that far too many people think are only committed by “sociopaths” or blond […]

Well, Yellow’s last day is Friday. I’m going to miss that dorky motorcycle riding guy. Yellow’s resignation is the latest in a long string of rats fleeing from a burning cane field: the head of our entire branch of the org, Mr. Dollar, resigned two months ago. My dearest boss ever (who once brought *me*

List ten favorite novelists: 1) Mary Renault2) Angela Carter3) Joanna Russ4) Ernest Hemingway5) Rupert Thomson6) Honore De Balzac7) Isabel Allende8) Jacqueline Carey (I forgive her for Banewrecker)9) Gene Wolfe10) George R.R. Martin List ten favorite nonfiction authors: 1) Jared Diamond2) Barbara Ehrenreich3) Naomi Wolfe4) Elaine Scarry5) Thomas W. Laqueur 6) Joseph Campbell7) Louise White8) Antjie

Halfway done with tDW line edits. The first third have been input into the text. Clipping along nicely. Can’t wait until this is out to readers so I can concentrate on God’s War again.

We just need to leave our cars in the garage, stroll down to the park, and play some softball with our neighbors on a Saturday. We just need to enjoy every last bite of our home-baked birthday cakes, then have some oatmeal for breakfast the next morning. We need to resist the pressure to overwork

1/3 of line edits done for tDW. Also, my credit card debt – including buying my emergency computer and the balance left on the old computer – is down to $5700. If I can get that under 1K someday, that would be oh so sweet. And does anyone remember the day when the government actually

“He moved smoothly into a defensive defense stance.” This is why I do line edits.

Had my first yoga class last night in a couple weeks – I’ve had to work late at the day job, so I’ve missed it. An hour and a half of yoga is a lot of yoga, and for some reason, the last half of the class was enormously frustrating. I couldn’t get my leg

So, after breaking it off with our respective emotionally exhausting exes, Jenn and I spent some time engaged in conversations that went something like, “If only I could date someone who wasn’t emotionally retarded!” and “If only someone was interested in me who understood my need to write!” and “If only I could date someone

No, I just don’t know when to leave well enough alone. Like some others, I snickered over the Venom Cock hullabaloo and got ready to forget about it – until I read this article by Liz Henry that declared Janine Cross’s book, Touched by Venom to be on par with feminist SF work like Emshwiller’s