… Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree…
Nothing But Death
I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood. That the speaking profits me, beyond any other effect the silence will not protect you. — Audre Lorde
When Star Wars meets Monty Python in a 12-yr-old’s head, a storm trooper action figure dashes across sofa yelling, “Run away, run away!”
via @littlefluffycat at twitter
from kelly mccullough at his facebook page:
The older I get the more I think that Tolkien’s elves may have been on to something. I’m thinking of writing advice and this exchange: Frodo: “Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes.” Gildor: “Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.”
There are certain things I’m very concrete on–butt in chair time, for example–but mostly I’m a fan of modifiers and shades of gray.
one of my most favorite quotes. ever.
“Let me fall into eternity. I am tired.”
– Rowan Mayfair, Blood Canticle, by Anne Rice, 2003
My marriage had its ups and downs like anyone’s, but when it came down to it, I knew it was solid. I miss that sort of security, and that sort of connection with someone. – John Scalzi
Ullage – Noun: The small pocket of air in the bottle between the top of the wine and the cork; or, more generally, the unfilled space in any container of liquid.
— by way of jenoonan at Toasted Cheese.
Edgar Friendly: You see, according to Cocteau’s plan I’m the enemy, ’cause I like to think; I like to read. I’m into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I’m the kind of guy likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder – “Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?” I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-o all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I’ve SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It’s a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing “I’m an Oscar Meyer Wiener”.
— Demolition Man
posted by Mercedes at Shocklines earlier tonight:
So we have a plagiarist in our midst. He’s going under the names Richard Ridyard and R.M. Valentine. He submitted a story to Shock Totem that was a nearly word for word ripoff of Stephen King’s “The Boogeyman”. But that isn’t all! He’s also plagiarizing work from new authors, as well. There have been at least five different cases that we found today. You may want to look and see if he’s claiming anything of yours, since he mostly seems to be swiping horror.
I blogged about it here: http://abrokenlaptop.wordpress.com/2009/09/29/we-interrupt-this-blog-post/
and Ken blogged about it here: http://www.eyesoretimes.com/2009/09/grand-theft-boogeyman.html
The sun and the moon will align again even if the world must start over – Chinese proverb