When I was in kindergarten, the teacher had us write stories. It was the first time I had ever done such a thing. It was a revelation. A mind-blowing, life-changing moment. Until then, it had never occurred to me that stories had to be written down before they could beContinue Reading

Kids (and kids in church) like to tell stories with weird superstitions and urban legends and dark rumors and wacky conspiracy theories. I remember being highly skeptical of this stuff. It seemed to me that kids were kind of gullible. I didn’t want to be gullible. So if some kidContinue Reading

When I was a kid, church seemed pretty much like school. Adults made me go. People told me stories and showed me pictures. Sometimes they asked questions about the stories they told me, and if they asked questions it was important to tell them the right answer. Church was differentContinue Reading

Last night I had another of those recurring anxiety dreams where I go to the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland and they’ve completely remodeled it. Every time I have this dream it’s a different remodel, but the common theme is, the remodel sucks, and I feel lost, cheated, abandoned. Last nightContinue Reading

During the annual Whedonverse panel at Vcon, (the lovely and charming) Tanya Huff and I had a bit of a debate over the premise of Dollhouse. She was squicked by the rape implications of the premise. I allowed that the premise is, indeed, squicky, but actually much closer to prostitution.Continue Reading

It’s pronounced "molay," not like the animal. I made this dish for cjot‘s birthday a couple of weeks ago and meant to post it, but then I got really busy helping paulcarp with Vcon and didn’t do it. Mole is Spanish for "sauce" but in US Mexican restaurants it usuallyContinue Reading