So not long ago, we realized that our doorbell had stopped working at some point; we realized this because we noticed that it was no longer lighting up the way it’s supposed to. Even in daylight, it was pretty bright:
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Month: August 2023
Cross-Post: Hurricane Watch
Since I was busy this weekend (when I usually schedule these things) battening down the hatches ahead of Hurricane Hilary*, I thought I would just share what the animals are up to this week:
Lulu: “Okay, I called this meeting because as you may have heard, we are being threatened by Hurricane Hilary … Wait, where’s Charlee?”
Continue reading “Cross-Post: Hurricane Watch”Game On
So lately I’ve been playing a new “experimental” New York Times game on my phone, “Connections“, wherein you are supplied with a number of words. Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to divide the words up into four groups of four, based on how the words are related to each other. On the results screen, your groups are displayed in the order in which you figured them out. Here is a recent example where the results, I think, sum me up pretty well.
Continue reading “Game On”Teaser Tuesday: “Lock In”
So this week I was reading Lock In, by John Scalzi, a science fiction novel in which a global flu-like pandemic* causes millions of infected individuals to experience locked-in syndrome, where they are conscious but have no control over their bodies.
So It’s Not Just Me Then
Recently I was reading a profile in The New Yorker* of the science fiction writer Samuel R. Delany, a contemporary of other such SF authors as Arthur C. Clarke, Robert Heinlein, Robert Silverberg, Isaac Asimov, Ursula K. LeGuin, Roger Zelazny, and Octavia Butler (who was, briefly, a student of Delany’s). Despite the fact that back in my younger days I read many, many books by authors from that era, I somehow managed never to read any of Delany’s work, although I’m quite familiar with his name. I’m going to guess that this is because our local library didn’t stock many Delany titles, since in those pre-Internet days of dead-tree books that you had to get from a bookstore, most of my reading material was of the borrowed variety. But I digress. Here’s how that New Yorker article started off:
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Viscosity 