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Last night, while not a good night for sleeping (thanks to the rassafrassin kids), was a great night for dreaming. And, yes, reading somebody else's dream is pretty dang boring so I'll spare you all of the details except for this little bit: I was back in Austin performing in some show for the Public Domain back in the old Vortex movie theater space with all of the regulars. Except I was me as I am now, not as I was then, which was weird. When I woke up, I had an urge to find out where everyone went and didn't have much luck. I found Robi. I knew that Michelle was working for the State Theatre. And then ...  nothin'. It's like it never existed, even in this miraculous age when you can find almost anything out about anyone just with a couple of keystrokes.

What I did find, however, was some very odd jewelry made from old Barbie bits. Again, weird.

On to the shameless promo --

The February Bookslut is live. My contributions to the whole endeavor include an interview with Justine Larbalestier and a column on Cherie Priest's Eden Moore  books. It is with the issue that I realized that Colleen Mondor and I read the exact same things. Maybe we should start calling each other before starting the month's reading to make sure we won't wear the same outfit...