Or, to put it another way (I could do these forever): Run ‘em right over with the giant money truck, just like the rest of us, but the beauty (?) of Linux geeks is, They never even notice. Read the rest of this entry »

Okay, maybe that isn’t the line from that heartbreaking ballad in Hair. Maybe it is. Like I am under some obligation to google every detail this constantly-associating, hard-at-work mind spits out? Hey, this is the land beyond right and wrong!

Clever, wot? But them’s the perks—and there ain’t many, honey—of being a writer. The privilege of defining your own turf, which you had fucking better well do. Be you writer or woman. Swim out beyond the breaks. Read the rest of this entry »

It was just like the old days. People chaining themselves to things. Draping themselves with rolls of film. Okay, I forget the significance of the film, but it was raining buckets, do you hear me, buckets, when these brave souls heard the call of duty. When you chain yourself to something, remember: no lunch, no bathroom breaks. That’s revolutionary commitment! Chairman Mao would be proud. Oh, wait, that whole Mao thing went belly up.

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“Evidence in car may point to drug use, tiger taunting”
San Francisco Chronicle lobs one to Mr. Geragos. So far, nothing back!

My, is that man disliked. Whatever these poor lads—or not, turns out they were driving a BMW 3—have suffered, nobody, but nobody steps up and says, What a fine fellow is Geragos! Read the rest of this entry »

From the Columbia Journalism Review today:

The press’s simultaneous amplification and shorthanding of Clinton’s display of emotion support Steinem’s point: Clinton’s gender, in a still-sometimes-sexist society like ours, may be more problematic than we allow ourselves to acknowledge or believe. After her emotional event yesterday, Clinton held a rally in Salem, NH. About eleven minutes into it, two men interrupted her speech, shouting at Clinton and hoisting handmade signs. The signs, and the hecklers, screamed, “Iron–My–Shirt.”

Which is pretty damn funny—too funny, Read the rest of this entry »

The rest of you net-bunnies are probably too young to get the joke or get excited over this, but I am all stirred up to find a whole article by the Big G, whose every word informed so much of our lives ever after. Women my age. Um, that would be Gloria Steinem. (Remember her? Ya little runts?)

This is like hearing from the Pope! That is, If I gave a damn what some (any) isolated old man says, which I do not, and on principle, be you female or male, neither should you. Read the rest of this entry »

I just picked this off a network, hey, like fruit from a tree, and hustled back here to publish my treasure, thereby both giving it away and making it more deeply mine.

Someone had posted the question, Who can I reach at Amazon to fix a customer service situation gone wrong? (I don’t think you’re supposed to take items from a closed site like this and—whoa, there’s a blog police in my head?) Read the rest of this entry »

Justine Larbalestier, in her blog:

If you want to write your novel relatively quickly and productively, it should have no access to the interweb thingy, also no games …. If you can’t write without easy access to endless forms of procrastination sorry, I mean, research tools, then by all means be connected to that gateway to hell the intramanet.

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