"b) like most things on the planet, thinking about doing it is a lot worse than simply sitting down and doing it. The writing wasn’t hard to do, you just need to plant ass in seat and go from there."
-- Scalzi, from this post.
In case you missed it the first time, go here and vote.
Running a little behind tonight...
* Gorgeous.
* I don't understand how tall anyone is.
* Again proving that technology is no substitute for a human brain that is aware of technology's blind spots.
* Jomama's New Year message.
* Paul Cornell's rules for writing. #4 is one it took a long, long time to learn.
Scott's favorite gift of the day:
The kids romped and played with new stuff and a grandmother:
The Boy and his new MarioKart game were not parted:
The Featureless Saint dealt with the debris:
I admired the Russian mitten book and Hawaiian beads my favorite sister-in-law brought back from Pikake Beads:
There are more of each. I just spilled out a few for a picture. And that fuzzy one in the front is some sort of alien pod with holes in it:
And after all of the excitement, McGregor melted:
Hope your holiday (or Sunday) was equally enjoyable.
One of my favorite holiday songs ever.
... a little Robert Earl Keene.
"Conversations with food often reveal the lunatic in the room."
-- Hugh Acheson, here. (FWIW - I'm developing a little crush on Acheson and his eyebrow.)
I am a big fan of homemade soaps and seek them out at every opportunity. Which is why I bought a few bars at the most recent Harvest Festival in Cooperstown.
I hadn't paid that much attention to the wrapper. The fish, however, should have provided a clue.
Anyhoo, I unwrapped the bar yesterday.
The front (click to embiggen).
The back.
Apparently, my soap is more than soap. It is a "Plan of Salvation." Which is a lot to ask from soap.
FWIW - the pumice in the pumice soap is extra-extra-extra rough. Bathing is like a punishment when using this soap. Feel free to write your own metaphor.
Consider this a figs clip show. We're going to take a little break until well after the new year passes.
Because we are curious, Lisa and I would love to know which figs are your favorites. I've pulled a few to choose from -- but you are more than welcome to peruse the deep cuts, too.
For your consideration:
* Super Saver.
* Skeletor Cat.
* On the Hog.
* Ow.
* Dog Days.
Pick your favorite (or favorites) in the comments and win a prize! Or something!
* The Ada Initiative is just this side of genius. I'm sad that it's needed but happy it's there.
* This is something I struggle with every semester. Yes, I know firsthand how tricky mental illness can be - but I'm not sure where the line is.
* Again, when I go, I want Neely to write my obit. And I am so very sorry for his loss. His Dad was a good egg.
* Girl goes to India. India strikes back.
* And this is why I wear tissue boxes on my feet.
* An epidemic of discovery.