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So, I'm still going nuts waiting for any feedback on my story that I mentioned. Checking back. Checking back. Not really doing anything else for two days. I'm starting to think that I've got an ugly baby and no one wants to tell me. I never worry this much. What's different now? I get e-mail notices when someone posts a comment to critique threads I participated in... finally a BAEN email shows up! And it's not for my story. And another. And another. None for my story. I'm crawling the walls. And now... someone commented. The little notice is there in my email. I've got to go look at it. *deep breath* It's probably nothing much. I'm calm. Really. I can go look. I can! . . . Dangit. It was an expression of incomprehension. *sigh* Maybe it will break the ice and someone else will comment.

Well, I did a good chunk of the typing. But I didn't finish. It just got too boring. But I'm not completely hopeless because I finished 3/4 of a 3800 word story instead. It is so much more interesting to be writing something new and it kept me up until 1:30. I really like this one and I think it turned out pretty well. I'd started it *ages* ago but could never figure out how to accomplish a necessary thing. How does someone figure out that their world isn't real? So I've got that up on the slush conference for Baen Universe as "The Storyteller" and I'm going nuts waiting for any sort of feedback on it.

I'm still typing in the edits I made to the hard-copy of the short story I'm working on. Somehow the typing part is really tedious and I keep finding other things to do. So now I *will* go get a new lightbulb to brighten up this room (two of three in the fixture are burned out) and I will type it until I am done! Oh, and get a bowl of chili I made and a glass of Kool-Aid to go with it.

I've said before... the Dresden Files is a great show . The writing is fabulous. The actors are perfect. So now I've read one of Jim Butcher's Harry Dresden books. They aren't the same. There's a bit of difference in the set-up, but not much. There were changes made in the setting that really were necessary to bring this from book form to television. For example, in the book he's usually in his apartment, which does have a basement. But it's really small. On television he has an office with a kitchenette and a basement and a loft where he sleeps. It doesn't open into a hallway but opens out to the street. I think that was necessary. Anyhow, I read _Proven Guilty_ which seems to be well along in the chronology. Even without reading the earlier books it worked. There were lots of references to earlier stories but I think the reaction, when I read them, will be "way cool, this is the one with Thomas in it" rather than bei...

I missed Burn Notice *again*! It looked fun, I hope it doesn't suck. They'll probably cancel it because people like me can't get their act together.

It's July. The thunderstorms roll in nearly every afternoon. Sometimes it rains, sometimes it doesn't. Usually it's just enough to get the air wet. Yesterday it got the ground wet and the dogs were a muddy mess. I don't know how to describe the sound, the rumble and then crackling rip that runs in stereo across the sky. Surround sound. We lived in the San Francisco Bay Area for nearly 10 years. They don't have thunderstorms. There isn't any rain in the summer, typical for a Mediterranean climate, but it rains for weeks in the winter, an endless depressing drizzle. Where I grew up in Minnesota has thunderstorms. Dry grass in the morning, sunshine, and in the afternoon air so thick... and then storms rolling through. Evenings of wet grass, mosquitoes, and air sharp with ozone. But not every day. The locals call it the monsoons. The desert gets a little bit wet. Flowers bloom.

(Update: More information and an example of Beauchamp's writing here.) Why do people *want* to believe Scott Thomas Beauchamp? I think it's romance. It's that shivery slumming at the edges of barbarism, that leaving behind of civilization and reaching into something primal, that myth of a place where there are no moral rules, no limitations. People *want* our guys to be cold killers, to walk that edge they could never walk, to give into base instincts. To whore and smoke opium in those SE Asia brothels. Like freaking Dear Hunter or something. Oh *that's* real. When they read stories like "shock troops" they think, finally, someone is telling a story that is *real*. War does a lot of things to a person in it but in "Shock Troops" Beauchamp is dehumanizing himself. He's telling a story in a way he knows will sell. He's a story teller, a writer, and he's creating an atmosphere and theme that he knows will resonate. I've read account...

Heed well, gigolo John, who's advice is always spot on. If you do it for money I'm serious, honey, it's best if the woman's the john. (To see *why* and read the other attempts, go here.)

This is from our Costa Rica trip in February. We'd stopped to see some monkeys, which were very cute. The family fed them and a group of about 15 lived in the trees behind their house and then the tour bus drivers would bring the tourists by to see them. I liked the chickens, which I think surprised the woman who was showing us the monkeys, but she was very proud of them. She had some very fancy ones with frizzle feathers, silkies, turkens, and some fancy bantams. She also had a couple that had a second set of wings under the feathers. The extra wings didn't really show so we had to take that on faith. I didn't get a good picture of this silly girl. She just wouldn't pose for me. She was running around the yard with a couple chicks that mostly ignored her.

Obviously I pretty much suck at this "post every day" idea. I've been trying to work on my writing a bit. Other than that, not much is going on. Got a clothes line up today. Seriously, this is my exciting life. I didn't get a copy of the New Harry Potter book though I'm sure I will eventually. This You Tube Video of people at a Harry Potter Bookstore party is good, if more than silly.

Old bumper stickers. This one was either directly above or part of a Kerry-Edwards '04 bumper sticker. It might have been "It's up to the women now"... I'm not sure if "now" was on the end or not. Maybe stuff like this shouldn't make me angry but it does. Firstly, the context is a man vs. woman thing which I find intolerable, but primarily it makes me angry because it's as offensive as if someone said "Women can't do science" or "women are emotional" or just about any thing that assigns some attribute or opinion to all women. Because that is what that little statement does. It's assuming that *women* are going to be all on the side of things that the person who placed the bumper sticker is on. My plumbing and my part of the reproductive scheme has nothing at all to do with my politics. I'm a capitalist, libertarian, AGW denialist, anti-abortion, pro-military, pro-gun, christian, futuristic speculationist... w...

I got quoted by Instapundit ... I think I'm gonna faint. UPDATE: Best line from the comments: "No one questions Bugs Bunny's masculinity, and he dresses in drag all the time." I'd said that in the comments here. (Scroll down for the funniest photo-shop of George Bush ever.) It wasn't quite to the point. If I were to make a comment that was less cute I'd say that when it comes to "manliness" there is a conceptual gap between many on the "left" and many on the "right." Refer back to this post of mine with a link to a professor waxing poetic about "weenie-boys." The "left" tends to think that it is vitally important to the "right" that a candidate be manly enough. That masculinity is almost fetishized. I thought of Bugs Bunny in relationship to Rudy Giuliani in drag and how it seems we're all *supposed* to be really upset by that. Why do people criticize Edward's cuteness? It's be...

I think I'm crossing out as much as I'm leaving behind. Funny thing... I can't write with distractions AT ALL, but today I sat in a nickel arcade packed with games and screaming children and had no trouble whatsoever editing. Different process, I suppose.

Yahoo Messenger came up and I saw this title, and I thought... how does a church abuse clergy? Doh! But the church I grew up in had a "free" style church government. Subconsciously I really don't think of the church and the pastor/clergy as being the same entity. And I wonder just how much this sort of scandal is a product of a top-down system of authority. *Any* top-down system of authority. There may well be abusers in "free" style church government churches but there is usually not the feeling that the pastor has any more authority, spiritual or otherwise, than any one else in the congregation. He gives the sermons and does visitation, but he doesn't run things. And another curiosity... never once in the entire article does it say *child* sexual abuse. Are they just assuming that it's children or is this something else?

I'm rereading _Oath of Swords_. This is a wonderful book. The only thing bad is that it's the first of three so far and I heard a rumor there was supposed to be seven and it doesn't seem that Weber has completing them high on his list of priorities. Now don't get me wrong... I *like* military science fiction and in general terms prefer science fiction to fantasy. I think this is *much* better than Honor Harrington. Bahzell Bahnakson is a Hradani. A combination of "orc" and berzerker Norse. Hradani means "calm fox" but his people were twisted into the orc mold, mindless hoards on the side of evil in an epic war... long in the past, but people have long memories. The remnants of that army of evil have been living in the fringes for centuries... just trying to survive. In some ways it seems a fantasy of the standard mold. A quest. Traveling through new territory fighting monsters and assassins with a motley crew, a bard, a wizard... it's no...

I'm pretty sure I'm remembering the name of this orchid hybrid correctly. (I'm sure about the "York" part.) It's blooming for me now. It ought to have seven or so flowers in each of the three bunches instead of seven or so altogether, but it hangs in there and blooms in spite of me.

The first is a wild verbena that grows all over the place. I've weeded around it and watered it a bit. It's growing (not planted!) in about the hottest spot possible. I don't know what the yellow flowers are but they make a nice showy clump of yellow. I'm going to try to encourage these next to the driveway. Notice that it's growing in the rocks and gravel. Next is a salvia. I've no idea what sort. It just sort of popped up there and I'll admit that this one actually *looks* like a weed. The leaves smell like sage when they are pinched and the bees love this flower so I'm going to see if it gets a bit bushier with some TLC. It's been blooming for months. And lastly. Indian paintbrush. This usually looks like more of a big deal; redder and bushier. I don't know if this one is so bland because it's in the shade or if it just got bad plant genes. I took seeds from it and am planning to try to germinate them. It's ...

I just watched the DVD. When I saw trailers for this I wanted to see it. It's the sort of movie that I usually enjoy. It wasn't bad. In fact it was pretty good in some ways and the annoying bits weren't too hard to ignore. The end was sort of bad. Not the choices that I'd make. It took conspiracy a bit too far, away from conspiracy to "this is the way the world works." It *should* have been enough to expose the Senator and his fellows. Where was the press in this? The idea wasn't too bad. The speech his spotter's widow gave about her dead husband's choices was good. (Though why she'd go back to using her maiden name I can't imagine.) Among all those willing to look the other way were several people who were... righteous. But overall it wasn't a "conspiracy" movie. There wasn't a "conspiracy" there was only finding out the "truth" of reality. In this world president Bush re...

Fred Saberhagen died of cancer. I never spoke to him. He was a "local" author here in New Mexico and I believe he regularly attended Bubonicon. I figured there was time, dammit. Please read what Walter Jon Williams has to say about this great science fiction author.

This is where I'm *not* today.

Yeah, I'm a couple days behind commenting on this post linked from protein wisdom . This part had me cracking up... Personally, I like the idea of a thousand masculinities blooming and all of them able to recognize women as equal selves and citizens. Masculinities don't BLOOM. Go read it if you like but it's just a name calling screed against any man who is "right wing". Or woman for that matter. It's all about the wrong sort of masculinity. A failure of manliness, what he calls "weenie-boys." More seriously, it's clear this guy (and it is a guy) does not like the idea of a thousand masculinities, he likes the idea of approved masculinities... apparently the sort of masculinities that bloom. Even more seriously, in real life nearly all masculinities recognize women as equal selves. The idea that they don't is what keeps people like this professor employed in Women's Studies. Without a patriarchy actively oppressing women this guy i...