RIP Harlan Ellison

Feud-prone, brilliant, and pragmatic as well as hyper-vigilant in defending his writing gifts.
A classic example of a problematic feminist.
Everyone in my family will mourn him, especially my parents, for whom he was a contemporary.
The man who wrote The Glass Teat is dead.



later…. WOW A LOT OF PEOPLE IN FANDOM ARE PISSING ON HIS GRAVE. “I grew up in fandom over the last 20 years and the only thing he ever did of note was grab Connie Willis by the tit at worldcon so screw him and I’m never reading anything he wrote or edited.”


USUALLY WE TAKE TWO HUNDRED YEARS TO GET TO THAT ATTITUDE WITH ‘great writers’ but now I predict that in a few years he’ll disappear from sf canon, except for Star Trek, the only place for sure he’ll stay peppy.


meanwhile people like adam-troy castro and patton oswalt are beating their breasts on twitter because they knew him personally  and yeah I get that.

I love difficult people too.


YAY pOp got my charger back to me. He probably spent about the same amount shipping it as I would have paid to replace it but incidentally I stayed off the internet for most of two days and my room is much cleaner… so….

Sat Alex for the last Wednesday for the foreseeable, since Katie’s group is over. It was pretty low key as my orthotics seem to have given up the ghost and I’m now getting pain in both feet unless I stay off them (doesn’t matter if I’m barefoot or not). I got a little relief wearing my new hiking shoes but walking in the orthotics just about kills me. So we didn’t walk to Robert Burnaby park, went to Eastburn instead, and I bounced Alex up and down on the teeter totter while he screamed in glee. Then his grandfather started bouncing him up and down about five times harder than me and he squished his foot and banged himself against the handles and started crying and once again Paul is like…


He wants to toughen Alex up.


I wrote a paragraph about how much hate just SEETHES in me when I watch men I love being bullies rather than playmates and fuck it, the internet’s forever.

I’m angry with Paul, and I think I’m going to stay away from him until I figure out how to cope with this feeling. Holding your crying grandson because of something your cograndparent did by being too rough.

Now I can’t remember how he was with our kids, I only see him as he is now.

I’m so glad I can charge my computer again.

The Expanse finale was awesome.

Finally got hold of Mike, he’s travelled five times in the last six weeks and he has no break since there is no one to do the customer service work while he’s gone so he ends up answering emails at 3 am. They’re going to break him, and I can’t do anything about it because work is Mike’s organizing principle at the moment.

Still getting kudos, one a day, on the stories. I’m stalled on the last one. It’s really weird, the emotional stuff is kind of a different tenor to my usual badinage. People are angry and tense and popping off at each other.


Poor Buster. He’s adjusting a bit.

Just ate toasted potato bread with butter and almond butter and my sensorium is happy with my choices about it in a casual sort of way.