Poor Paul

Paul picked up a minor infection and so all of the delicate balance of stuff that has to happen for his bday celebration on Sunday is toast. On the plus side that means Jeff can go to Victoria but blerg. I need to make sure I contact everyone to cancel, even people I might not have been expecting to show up. Jim and Jan are coming anyway, but they are always welcome!!!

Paul didn’t sound good on the phone last night. He’s under a doctor’s orders, though, he went straight for the antibiotics.

Keith’s back from Ireland today.

better sleep

After a rough couple of nights of sleep I’m feeling somewhat better. Paul took me out for lunch at the pho and I felt so bad when I told him I could not bear the idea of a walk, but a walk this morning sounds like a better idea.

I HAVE A PURPLE ONESIE! Also Alex’s red checked onesie arrived and it should fit him nicely. Just to mess me up he calls onesies WENDIES.

Fall weather has commenced! time to start carrying a rain jacket or an umbrella all the time.

Haw haw Trudeau’s campaigning plane got damaged when a media bus drove under it in Victoria.

If you get a chance to read the Yellowhammer report or the article linked to…. Jesus wept.

I know it’s all part of the ‘making cops look wonderful’ stories we’re getting these days, but I’m really enjoying Hudson and Rex.


flying visit

We decided to indulge Alex with a flying visit to the great grandparents – he asked for it – and he was a little hellion for most of it, and I’m a terrible grandma.

I had probably the worst night’s sleep I’ve had there, ever, but still got six hours, so….

We cruised around the garden, and I’m glad I did. The very very last of the honeysuckle was blooming and I got to smell it.

Seriously thinking of hiring a private investigator for a personal matter.

Alex is growing something amazing. There are tall skinny men on both sides of the family.

Watching fantastic mothers be broken by class warfare and misogyny  is not my favourite activity.

take that bat and ball home

The Vancouver Sun recently ran a “Canada would be better if it was white” op-ed AND JESUS CHRIST did a lot of Vancouverites and journalists from across Canada rise in a fountain of bile and shower down on the editor.

William Gibson, a scifi writer you may have heard of, cancelled his 40 year long Vancouver Sun subscription over it, as reported in his tweet today.

We’re cancelling our 40-year subscription to @VancouverSun over this, after the head of Postmedia, the new owner, said he wanted to take the paper in a more conservative direction. Blatant white supremacist rhetoric in the editorial content of a major Canadian paper.

I read excerpts, it got taken down with apologies, but man what a piece of shit.

Whites are half the people in Vancouver. In my blog I SAID YEARS AGO THAT I WAS GOING TO BE LIVING IN VANCOUVER WHEN IT STOPPED BEING MAJORITY WHITE and believe me, the racial mix of the city is not the main problem we have here, it’s an advantage in many ways. Racism is never going to improve my life or this town.

happy fambly news

Alex is in before and after school care now, which is a tremendous relief for Katie. I hope it all is good and I look forward to inspecting the joint.

Here’s a very interesting article about a disease / syndrome that bugs the shit out of some dear ones of mine.

I’ve been having funny ideas about HOTM again, both funny ha ha and funny peculiar. The block in this case is an order of operations thing.

fic is up past 8K words. Parts of it are lovely and descriptive, but it’s mostly dialogue. It’s so annoying, making Dean say something novel when he’s got a range of about 10K words. This is rom-com. The porn’s perfunctory – it’s all about the feelings. SO MANY gooey run-on sentence feelings. I loves that bit. Meeting someone that it’s worthwhile to be nice to, the flowing feeling of life being okay and oriented correctly, finally. <— this is the point of it.

Boris Johnson is a clownbag and other stories

His behaviour in UK Parliament over the last couple of days is scandalous where it isn’t treasonous and a grift of international proportions where it’s neither of those. The Guardian If! cartoons have been SAVAGE I mean the Queen gets a right SHE-(L)LACK-ING

This is Michael Balter: He is my twitter pal. We message back and forth a couple of times a year. He is a mensch. If there are not guys holding bastards like Lordkipanidze accountable for the bullshit bullying and sexual harassment they do, regular newspapers won’t touch it. And he does it for free.

Alex came by yesterday with his mama. He had an excellent opening day at school. His dad was also there to help fill out paperwork.

Genre writers’ meetup last night another lovely evening.  I probably won’t attend so much once the weather is bad, but getting out of the house feels interesting and sometimes almost good. I still have to force myself to do anything that involves leaving the house.

Jeff neglected his sunscreen and is now as Caucacious as one can imagine. He’s not suffering from the sunburn although various muscle groups are remonstrating with him from time to time.

I am doing a bunch of behind the scenes writing stuff, honestly, and also I can now publicly announce since it is known to Paul that LOIS IS COMING FOR HIS BIRTHDAY possibly also THE BOB which would be so so wonderful.

Grifters gonna grift: Jacob Wohl gets bit.

For future reference this is an article saying he’s wanted for a felony arrest warrant for being a fucking capitalist ‘double your money’ and ‘bet on Trump’ grifter.


Lovely Labour Day Brekkie at Angelina’s in New West. I had the multiberry waffle and Jeff had the strawberry banana french toast. It’s a lovely venue but noisy.

Today I’m going to drag myself upright after basically lolling in bed for a couple of days and get on some tasks that need finishing. I should probably start by emptying the dryer….

World’s most lacking in oomf destiel fic is now 6100 words long.

I have been thinking about HOTM-Reducks