Looking for voice work

If anyone has anything they'd like recorded, let me know. I'm looking to do some more recordings to keep me in the habit.

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My favorite poetry book cover--Laurel Snyder

I adore this cover. Doesn't that make you want to read the book?

Liking Laurel Snyder's work (which I do) is a bonus.

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Give 'em hell, Lo

Go here, then follow her links, then reject the assholes who perpetuate this sort of crap.

That is all.

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The typo

I got my copy of The Raintown Review, and there's a typo in my poem. "Bands" instead of "bends." Sad.

If I hide sobbing in the corner...

...it's because my inlaws have my cell phone number.

Imagine you're the Doctor. And imagine the Daleks get your cell phone number. Yeah, it's exactly like that.

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In which the car goes boom, and I suffer

It was supposed to be a brief excursion. A jaunt, perhaps.

And then, in Kentucky, the car EXPLODED.

Well, actually the radiator just sprang a leak, but that's not nearly as dramatic.

In any case, I've just spent the last couple of days trapped at my in-laws.

My books were still in the car.

I had my phone, but no way to charge it.

I had a rental vehicle, but it was a MONSTER TRUCK. Who can afford to put gasoline in a MONSTER TRUCK? Not this little brown hen.

But the car has been patched and bandaged and I am home.

And sunburnt.

And hungry.

And tired.

And sweaty.

And the cat keeps yowling.

And I think there is a bee in my eye.

That is all.

My sympathy to Robert Jordan's fans

I swore I wouldn't read WoT until it was complete, and it's looking like it might never be.

I've seen people say that they are selfish for thinking first of the books and only secondly of his family. To that, I say that we all think of what impacts us first. His death impacts his readers as readers.

The whole topic makes me antsy and long to hospitalize Lois McMaster Bujold. Just in case. She should get round the clock medical care to ensure she lives to be 200 years old.

Because I want more books.

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Woot!

It worked.

Rawk!

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This is a test

I've been having a world of trouble logging into Blogger lately, so I'm trying to post this via a Firefox extension. We'll see.

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Dammit, do I have to start baking?

Look here, in the upper left hand corner. See the cupcakes? See how they are decorated like owls?

Now picture me with a look of longing.

I wants hoot-owl cupcakes. I wants them NOW.

Part of me wants to be a vegetarian

Because I really do find the idea of meat pretty icky at times.

And then there are other times, like when I make a meatloaf with beef and ground bacon.

And it's really good.

Despite me not liking meatloaf.

Or bacon.

Life doesn't make sense.

Candlelight dinner with the King sounds much funner

Steve bought me a box of King Vitaman yesterday. An entire box, just for me.

The problem? I will probably have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the king until the box is empty. Yes, I am that in love with King Vitaman.

Wow. My weekends are even more pointless than normal. Oh, but I did manage to explode a tube of Blistex in my pocket a few minutes ago. It's a mentholy ooze right now, and not a sensation I can really recommend to anyone but the most tingly.

If microwave popcorn can kill me...

... I'll just have to die.

Apparently popcorn fumes can lead to lung disease. But it's (fake) buttery goodness! I reject their reality and substitute my own.

Drat, I missed the deadline

I didn't know the Shit Creek Review was doing a horror issue. I had a poem! Oh well. Foiled again.

Warning! Baseball ramble to follow

Johan Santana of the Twins has 10 losses on the year. Five of 'em from the Indians.

HA!

Cleveland now has a 6 game lead on Detroit. Cleveland and Detroit. Battle of the vacation hotspots.

Steve hates Seattle, so he'd prefer New York made it to the playoffs. Forgive him. He just doesn't understand yet that it's his duty to hate the Yankees. It's been ten years, but he's a slow learner.

Personally, I'd rather Seattle made it. Not just because I prefer Seattle, but because I'd rather Cleveland had to (potentially) face Seattle than NY, the bastards.

If Cleveland doesn't make it, I guess I'm rooting for the Tiggers again. Fill in your own heavy sigh here.

All quiet on the Carter front

Things have settled back down into a routine, making me almost afraid to comment on the routine lest I break it.

I didn't realize until lately how superstitious I can be. I honestly think I believe, in the back of my head, that if I say things are going well there will be an earth-shattering kaboom.

In other news, I have (foolishly?) decided to dip mine tender toeskis into Dungeons and Dragons. I missed out on the hysteria in the 80s when all of my deliciously nerdy friends were into it. Oh dear, did I just destroy my geek cred? I bet I did.

I'm going to be a cleric. Stop snickering. I faked piety for 30 years. Role-playing this should be a snap, baby!