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Favorite Things

(***This post was originally posted on Open Salon on March 6, 2011, in response to an Open Call for Favorite things.  Please see this post about my decision to migrate to WordPress…if you’re interested.***)

In response to Alysa Salzberg’s Open Call, I submit the following things that bring me joy lately:

All things Firefly.  I was a Buffy and Angel fan, but came to the Firefly game a little late.  I’m not sure why I ended up watching it on DVD, but I immediately fell in love, and introduced the (sadly, cancelled) series to friends.  They gave me a quote tee-shirt for Christmas this year (see below – “Also, I can kill you with my brain.”).  Jayne slays me with lines like “I’ll be in my bunk” and “It’s my very favorite gun,” and my love for Summer Glau is immeasurable.  Every time Nathan Fillion eludes to it on Castle, I squee (especially when he showed up on Halloween in his Malcolm Reynolds outfit).  Lately, there has been a lot going on on the Firefly front.  Fillion made an off-hand comment recently that he would buy the franchise if he won the California Lottery, and Browncoats (aka: fans of the show) immediately seized on the opportunity to show support.  While I don’t think more Firefly is likely to happen, I would love to see it.

Also, I can kill you with my brain.

My new teacup.  I have plenty of large mugs, but one day I decided I wanted a proper teacup and saucer.  A visit to a local antique mall uncovered this cute little gem, complete with pretty much every zodiac/good luck symbol you could imagine.  On the outside, it says, “Perchance this cup will show it thee.   Would’st thy fortune like to see?”  (Seems like those sentences should be reversed, but that’s what it says.)

teacup

My Haiku bag.  Another recent Christmas gift.  I have a little Acer notebook, and really wanted a bag that I could carry it in.  Being particular, as I am, I wanted very specific things – a bag that went across the chest, so it wouldn’t kill my back, and the ability to use it as a regular purse, sans computer (IOW, I didn’t want a laptop bag).  My friend found me The Perfect Bag, and it’s only gotten more perfect over the last couple of months.

Haiku bag

(Haiku Laptop Courier Bag available at REI.)

My japa mala.  I have been wanting a japa mala for a while now, but really wanted to make my own.  I finally sucked it up and made one.  It’s just simple, cheap wood beads, and I hope one day to get more significant beads and make a new one, but for now, this one makes me happy.

japa mala

Scrivener.  I’ve never had a Mac.  I grew up on a PC, and that’s what I’ve always had.  So I didn’t know anything about this software called Scrivener until last November, when I discovered Scrivener for Windows.  It’s in beta right now, due to be released in early April, and I’ve already requested it for my birthday.  I now understand why I could never finish a book in Word.  Trying to edit and revise 70,000 words all at once is…daunting.  But break it up into little moveable parts, with the ability to make notes, and…well, let’s just say I’m getting closer.

Metafilter.  Random news, sometimes weird, sometimes beautiful, sometimes boring.  My favorite post of all time (the one I still tell people about) is people playing Roomba Frogger on 6th Street in Austin.

Margaret & Helen.  A friend of mine (Thanks, Paula!) recently introduced me to this blog, and I was an instant addict.  I love little old ladies who say it like it is.  Screw being PC, screw worrying what people think about you, and screw anyone who messes with Helen.


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Episodes – Fiction

(***This post was originally posted on Open Salon on March 4, 2011 as part of a Fiction Friday writing prompt.  Please see this post about my decision to migrate to WordPress…if you’re interested.***)


I watched my hand tremble, passing the bone china saucer, the teacup clattering on top.  She took it from me, gaze imperious, hands steady, and silence reigned again.  I sat, welcoming the cushions behind me, supporting me.  The drama of the night before had shaken my confidence, and although when we had first met we got along well, now I wasn’t so sure.

“The…episode last night was…accidental, I’m sure.  However,” she paused to sip her tea, “we must ensure it never happens again.  As you know, Bradley, though normally quite gregarious, needs time to himself to preserve his equilibrium.  You must make certain, in the future, that he gets that time, if you hope to continue a relationship with him.  Surely that is clear after last night.”

Struggling to maintain my own composure, I envied her solid bearing, her unflinching gaze, her unyielding demeanor.  She cared for her brother, I had known that all along, but I hadn’t realized she would go to such extremes to preserve his reputation, however false, as a dynamic gubernatorial candidate.

The “episode” last night had been more than Bradley simply needing solitude.  His despondent moods had been coming more and more frequently, destroying more than the plate glass window he had thrust his fist through last night.  The evidence of his past episodes had been easier to cover up, though, than the blood stain on the Persian rug and the trip to the emergency room last night.  Although the blood stain was unfortunate, it was the trip to the emergency room that had upset his sister and caused this visit.  Blood stains could be, if not cleaned, at least covered up.

She placed the saucer on the table and stood, smoothing the front of her skirt.  “I will take care of the reporters.  If you are approached, your answer should be ‘no comment.’  Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And that medication the doctor prescribed?”  She cast a stern glance in my direction.  “Do not allow him to take it.  Is that understood?”

I hated myself for bowing so easily to her will, but I knew there was no other answer.  “Yes, ma’am.”


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