Archives for July 2011

Not a fan of today.

Today would have been Jerad’s 32nd birthday. Last night, as I was on my way to go see a friend I worked with at Disneyland (actually my favorite trainee), I glanced at my phone to see that it was helpfully reminding me that today was Jerad’s birthday. It’s odd. Last night was so wonderful- talking to people that I’d really only last seen at Jerad’s memorial, and it felt as though no time had passed. So even though I’d been nervous about how the night would go… it was wonderful. I don’t have much more to say. Just that today…

E-Books, good or bad for writers?

Last week, I logged onto Twitter to find this tweet (retweeted by a cartoonist/writer I follow): Lynn linked to this post, which discusses the payment model with big publishers. Namely the fact that when it comes to ebooks, the publishers make big bucks simply because they don’t have to pay for printing or distribution- but don’t pass over anything additional to the author. While this is certainly sad for writers, to say that you’re going to stop buying all ebooks is a bit distressing. Ryne Douglas Pearson (@rynedp) is one of the writers that I adore following on Twitter. He…

Anniversaries and Such

Sunday was my anniversary. Seven years ago, I married a wonderful man. It still seems like yesterday. Since our trip to Las Vegas (more on that soon, I promise) was for our anniversary, we weren’t really going to go out to dinner or anything big. Instead, we decided to take the kidlets to the beach- something that the Oldest Kidlet has been asking to do more of the summer. Living in Southern California, we’ve taken the boys to the beach every summer since the Little Kidlet could walk. The first year we took the boys to the beach, the Oldest…

The Things We Say.

I’m still not entirely sure how the game started. I think my youngest was hanging onto my arm and I jokingly said “Just hold on, I’ll pull you to safety.” It snowballed into a game where he’d sit on the floor and hold onto my hand, slip from my grip and quietly scream as he apparently fell. The Oldest Kidlet watched us play and immediately described it as the game where you fall off a cliff. Oops. My boys play the game with each other now, in the car, at home… and I’d be more disturbed by what I started…

Goodbye Borders.

It’s always sad when another bookstore chain closes. I remember watching Crown Books and Waldenbooks disappear, as well as smaller independent bookstores vanish in place of Borders and Barnes & Noble. Of the two, Borders always felt a bit more like a local store- with gift wrapping done by local charity groups, and plenty of events for kids and so on. Not to mention that I loved their online search. It meant that I could easily find the book I was looking for, and would even tell me what part of the store it was in! Not to mention how…

What about other children?

I’m in lovely sunny Las Vegas, and as I just reached a wall with my novel, I thought I’d unwind a bit and look at Facebook. Where I’ve received 3 invitations each to two FB events. One, Porchlights for Caylee and the other Balloons for Caylee. Enough. It’s not that I don’t understand the outpouring of emotion at what people perceive to be a lack of justice. It’s that there are so many other missing/exploited/murdered children that don’t even receive 1/1000th of the attention that Caylee Anthony’s death received. I roll my eyes at the attempt to right a wrong…

Sensational Title Goes Here!

I think that the internet has been a good thing for news. Instead of having to wait until the next airing of the local news, you can get access to what’s going on in your area right now. Very useful. However, there are a couple of problems with internet news. Big ones, too. The first problem is the human tendency to want to be… first! Look at any comment thread on a site, and you’ll find the person who feels the need to post “first” even though they have nothing else to say. What does this have to do with…

Frying, my culinary true love.

I admit it. If it can be fried, odds are I’ll fry it. I’ve already promised my mom to draw the line at frying butter, so don’t worry people. I won’t be installing a deep fryer here either. Saturday night, I was the lone adult in the house, and while I had food for the kidlets covered, I’d completely forgotten about dinner for myself. So I looked up a couple recipes and winged fried mozzarella sticks. I learned a valuable lesson- when they mention that you can use a skillet, but need the oil to be able to cover the…

Butter Rum Lifesavers, My Dad and Me.

I talk a lot about my mom, and how much she influences me to this day. But there’s so much of me that I owe to my dad. Most of my facial features come from my dad, though most people say that I take after my mom. Other than skin tone, it’s pretty much all my dad. Serious super dark eyes? My dad. Straight dark brown hair with cowlicks in the back? Dad. I’ve said quite often that food was an important part of my life, and I have to say… I learned a lot from my dad, even if…

Getting caught up.

I suppose I’m glad I didn’t try to set up affiliate accounts with Amazon or Overstock. Because California wants to collect sales tax from Amazon (which, btw, they could have done ages ago), both companies severed their affiliates program. Which is a shame. Apparently people were making decent livings off of those! It’s been a busy couple of weeks, which seems odd to say now that it’s summer. But it’s been busy. As I think we mentioned, earlier this year we bought annual passes to Disneyland. So when we get the chance, we head off to The Park. We hadn’t…