Gods Die.
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* "And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered." -- Neil
Gaiman *
Slowly, grindingly the hydraulic pressure of reality drive Never Tr...
Affirmations for the Serious Knitter
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As read on my knitting podcast for this week (at the 13:48 mark).
AFFIRMATIONS FOR THE SERIOUS KNITTER.
1. No housework until I have knit for f...
We Don’t Need A New Theory Of EVERYTHING
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Though things have indeed changed since this video was produced, it still
makes the infinitesimally tiny point! “Luminous beings are we; not this
crude...
Merry Christmas! We Got You Some Fauxmosexuals!
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Happy holidays, everyone. People seemed to enjoy last year's riff of D.W.
Griffith's 1909 silent melodrama, *A Trap for Santa*, so we did it again,
with ...
apologies for my absence
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skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
You went away without saying goodbye
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A song reminds you of someone in particular.
It might be a single phrase that does it.
Or was it a shared moment?
A time captured?
An idea?
There might be no...
good Opening For My Novel?
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As Liz pressed the clutch firmly to the floor and put the car in gear,
musing about how like making love with Richard this was, the way he would
ignite an ...
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