Before today, I had never had the opportunity to help a friend come down from a bad trip. It turns out that the sedative the vet used today to calm Ella down enough that a steady X ray could be taken is in fact a hallucinogen. After the X ray,
It was a jam-packed weekend. Most critically, I finished the long overdue final draft of a novelette called "Not of This Fold," which is about Mormon missionaries and alien first contact. That goes into the mail today, and means I can get back to my novel Inclination. The
Via John Scalzi: Ella has a motivational poster! Make your own motivational poster here.
This was the scene █████ called me to see out our back door this morning. She was already there taking pictures: Our tulips, which we didn't plant but were just waiting for us, under the ground, have been opening slowly in sequence from the front of the yard to
For the past few days, I've thought I might smell just a dash, just a soupçon, just one wafer-thin mint's worth of natural gas in the kitchen. I would sniff, and my wife would tell me I was crazy. It happens. Last night I thought I
Little did we suspect, but it would appear that our own ❦ellapup has been secretly stealing studio time, and her self-released psychedelic hippie folk revival tribute album will be shipping any day now. I am fortunate enough to have discovered this (thanks for the tip-off call, MasterCard!), and I have
I took it easy last night, no running out into the insanity that is the Irish pub scene in Astoria to drive out the snakes. It was just the dog and I, █████ having stayed over with a friend in Brooklyn to get a quick start on the half-marathon they'
Ella is back from the hospital! Actually, she came home last night. She's none the worse for the wear except for being on several prescriptions and having had a cuff shaved around one of her back ankles. For such a fluffy-looking dog, she sure has a leg like
Our friend ❦ellapup is spending the night in the hospital for monitoring and fluids as she recuperates from a particularly nasty bout of gastroenteritis and its attendant dehydration. Please, no flowers. She would only eat or more likely shred them. Squeaky toys always put a wag in the ol'
Oh, you know what I mean. I hope. Even though in this photo I'm only sitting around reading a manuscript for this week's workshop (hi, ❦gtrout!), the beard is there patiently growing and doing its work.
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