Okay, friends and neighbors. Let’s talk a bit about the Pledge of Allegiance. There’s another court challenge regarding the Pledge in the state of Massachusetts right now. Some atheist parents are suing the state over the recital of the Pledge in public school every morning because it contains the words “under God”, which they consider…
well, I’m glad it won’t be war-war.
Secretary of State Lurch says that the administration isn’t asking Congress for permission to go to war in Syria because bombing Syria wouldn’t be “war in the classic sense”. You know, more of a Diet War. War Light. New War. Less filling than the old kind. Trying to move goalposts by changing definitions—that’s pretty much…
summer’s end.
We’ve had a rainy, buggy summer here in Upper Cryogenica, and I am greatly looking forward to the fall, which is my favorite season. How buggy has it been up here, you ask? Buggy enough to support the breeding of this truly monstrous orb weaver, who is in residence next to the Castle’s main portcullis…
terms of enlistment, the paperback.
My publisher, 47North, is going to release a new edition of Terms of Enlistment at the same time they publish the sequel, Lines of Departure. It will get a new shiny cover to match the second book, and it will be available in dead tree format as well. The paperback version is available for pre-order…
and they wear tiny sunglasses and earpieces.
Lawn maintenance and landscaping: not my favorite tasks in the whole world. They do, however, provide a handy excuse for unsheathing a machete. Funny thing about the chickens: as skittish as they are when it comes to unfamiliar sights and noises, they don’t mind the lawnmower at all. They’ll graze right in front of it…
the considerable awesomeness of rainbows.
Two weeks until school starts again. My weirdo offspring are EXCITED about the start of school. I am planning to have their DNA tested next week. We went to Canobie Lake last week. It's an amusement park in southern NH–not quite Six Flags, but pretty decent, and manageable in one day unlike, say, the Rat…
keeping safe from cylon network hacks.
Apparently, the Kremlin is putting typewriters back into service for internal documents to prevent the security issues that come with easily disseminated digital materials. No networked computers on the Galactica, and all that. I’m a known fan of analog technology, but this is not the way to keep your communications from being sent out over…
bad blogger. no gluten-free non-dairy bakery treat.
Hey, look at that! It’s already August. If I haven’t been blogging or otherwise working the free ice cream machine much, it’s because I’ve been knee-deep in edits. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the process: you turn in your manuscript, and then your editor sends it back to you with, like, a…
an educational tale of woe.
On Friday, a certain little daughter-heir here at Castle Frostbite was dragging her feet at breakfast. She failed to heed multiple warnings to finish eating and get dressed lest the carriage to Splash Camp leave without her in it. And lo, the time to depart came, and the daughter-heir was not yet in her garments…
Birdnado.
These birds are riding the thermals over the local McDonald's parking lot. They do this EVERY MORNING. I'm guessing the kitchen throws out a good deal of heat, because there's nary a wing flapping in that flock. Posted with Blogsy