Just finished watching “Ladyhawke” which was on the Sci-Fi channel, and which brings back pleasant nostalgic memories. Whenever I’d visit my father, many moons ago, we’d rent sci-fi/fantasy flicks to watch at night, which is where I saw “Conan” and “Princess Bride” and “Light Years” and a number of others, including “Ladyhawke.” Because of this, […]
Monthly Archives: October 2003
There are two small, neat holes in my bedroom ceiling. And we all know what that means. Obviously my poor ceiling, at some point in the past, fell victim to the wily ceiling vampire, most dangerous of the architectural undead, which shuffles in, deep in the night, to drink the plaster of the living, before […]
More sketches!
They’re showing a show on giant pandas. I feel terrible. Poor little doomed pandas. On the one hand, the efforts to save the species are noble beyond belief, and on the other, some sad, cynical part of my brain says “When a species no longer wants to have sex, it’s over.” As painfully adorable as […]
Rant time! A coupla people have sent me this link about scientists having located a possible connection between insanity and creativity. And when I read it, I groaned a little, and clutched my head, and said “Greaaaaat.” I am all for science. I am delighted they did this study, and delighted to know a bit […]
Still hard at work on the cardinals. “Digger” got linked from Comixpedia (as what one of the editors was reading) which made me feel warm and fuzzy, since it was next to names like McCloud and Kolchaka, which are some of the literati of webcomics. It’s not a big deal, but it makes me feel […]
James fixed my printer this morning, thereby establishing himself yet again as a fantastic husband. I’d been in midpanic, since I needed a print Right Now, and he dropped everything, took it apart, cleaned the bits with Q-tips, and put it back together. Now it works better than it did out of the box. Yesterday […]
Had a dream last night that I was a weretiger. Would have been cooler if, in this particular dream milieu, were-critters were not second-class white-trash citizens assembled in the basement by a combination of genetic engineering and necromancy, out’ve roadkilled possums. (There was a peculiar invocation that included a nod to the spirit of “Isza […]