so whereve you been Todd asked when I logged on Monday morning. The sticky color was pink, as if perhaps Todd was a bit peeved at my absence. Like I’m supposed to check calendars with him now or something.
“I was in a council workshop with Deena Metzger and fourteen other people,” […]
“Kurt Vonnegut has left for Tralfamadore” my friend Iain wrote me.
So it goes.
Did Lazzaro finally get him? Did a high-gravity day stop his tired old heart? Was there a sliver of Ice-9 hiding in his defiant body? Was he decapitated in a shipyard? Was his body found hanging in a cell? […]
So Todd came back last night. I was online, checking out some star charts, trying to figure out whether that weird bright light in the western sky was Venus or the mothership come to take me home, when a yellow sticky popped up right in the middle of the screen.
so lets get cracking we […]
This is why I shouldn’t write a blog:
The computer is addictive.
And I am an addict.
There. I’ve said it. I’m an addict.
Several years ago a psychotherapy client gave me a great definition of addiction. We used it in What A Way To Go. It is this:
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Todd was back in his human body. Dead, but otherwise in good physical health. In his mind, of course, he’d just spent more than a year being tortured and killed in a series of death camps. His hands shook with palsy and he flinched at the slightest sound. He was a mess.
The […]