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My Cat Needs Braces

My Cat Needs Braces

I had to rearrange what little furniture I had so that my cat would stop sleeping on the 6’3″ bookshelf. Not that I have a problem with her sleeping there; I just have a problem with her falling off the damn thing. She tends to have really violent cat dreams. I know because she’s slept on my chest quite a few times and twitched like crazy during the cat version of REM (what the hell is she dreaming, anyway?). Suffice…

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Zilpha Keatley Snyder

Zilpha Keatley Snyder

20 years ago, Zilpha introduced me to the science-fiction and fantasy genre. She wrote for children and young adults, but she never wrote down to her audience. I always felt a little more grown up while reading her stories, and at the end I was always so moved and enlightened. Yesterday, I decided to look up her Green Sky trilogy and found that they were no longer in print. I couldn’t believe it. How could they not be in print?…

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Freebie #2: Time Out Desktop Wallpapers

Freebie #2: Time Out Desktop Wallpapers

I’ve been busy at work with deadlines and sapped of all energy at home from the heat wave. With a new production schedule and no air conditioning, I’ve been forced to be less than bubbly through all of it. If this month dares, DARES to be to me what Groundhog Day was to Bill Murray, I will have to find a wormhole somewhere and jump right into it. That, or hurt somebody. In the meantime, I’ve given myself a break…

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Work in Progress #2: Dancing Images

Work in Progress #2: Dancing Images

Notes: The dancing alien (scanned pencil sketch colored entirely in Photoshop 6.0) is holding a glow stick and is done in a style I don’t usually use (as a test only); he is later going to a party deejayed by one of the nicest people online. The dancing girl is a Poser 3 figure rendered in Bryce 3D and touched up (and given hair) in Photoshop; I will add clothes to cover up her naked body when I find the…

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Dance

Dance

I miss dancing. I don’t mean the kind of dancing done at nightclubs or ballrooms; I was never a club hopping type, and me dancing in dress shoes and a long gown simply has too much comedy, utter humiliation and pain potential. No, the kind of dancing I miss involves a dance studio, a mess of mirrors on the walls, a great dance teacher, and lots of sweaty people in leotards, all lined up and looking in the same direction….

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