Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
ScaryClown’s buddy Tyson, who’s battled brain cancer for many years past his best before date, died peacefully in his sleep last night, at home. I’ll post a link to his site, which has a lot of his extremely cool artwork, when I can.
I’m really glad he didn’t die in hospital, and that he was enjoying life to the fullest until the end. I had brunch with him a couple of months back….
Love each other while you can.
It was raining so hard when I got out of work that I took a cab home – I couldn’t deal with not having a brolly and it was ASS FREEZING COLD on the mountain, tks. And the cabbie hit on me. No further comments on that. The Luddite was here – we had chicken fried rice and salad, and the usual Dread Bar of Yummy Chocolate. Watched some more Earth to the Moon. The Luddite picked up the Dunnett that Keith is leaving lying around and wanted to know where the naughty bits were. “Sheesh,” says I in exasperation, “there’s like two sex scenes in that novel and if you blinked you’d miss them.” “Too many characters,” says he, and I laugh, because that’s what certain other non fans have said to me. The Luddite makes me laugh rather immoderately; his take on things is wickedly skewed.
I really don’t want to go to Jericho. It’s at times like these I wish I had a car, because I’d go more often if I did.