Golly, what have you got on Stephen Maturin? (Other than, apparently, paint.)
P.
I was very sorry to hear this. I met Brian a few times at conventions when I was a very new writer, and he had an absolutely boundless enthusiasm for fantasy in all its manifestations.
My sympathies to those who knew him better.
P.
May the medical people be as bored as Teresa is, if not more so. Here's to a swift and complete recovery. And hey, you guys who aren't in the hospital, eat something and get some sleep.
P.
John Houghton at #11 -- You'll have gotten the remark about garlic's being a subtle spice from David, certainly. He and Steve Brust had a lot of remarks about garlic and onion in common in the years all of us lived in Minneapolis, but I think that one is David's.
Unless the garlic is to be consumed raw, I always double or triple the amount called for in a recipe. I go through four heads of garlic a week, when I'm cooking. Yum.
P.
I just have to thank you for the use of "stet" in the context of a recipe. I can't stop giggling about it, and that is a very good thing.
I, too, am tempted to develop a vegetarian version of this, but was thinking of substituting seitan instead.
P.
What a loss for all of us. My sympathy to all of you who knew him.
P.
I remember Sputnik, but that's because my father took me outside, after dark, to stand in the middle of the street (a combination of things that was strictly forbidden as a rule) and showed it to me as it passed over, and told me all about it. I was four. The first outside event that I picked up on my own was the campaign leading up to the 1960 election. I was, in fact, six in 1959.
P.
How entirely splendid! Perhaps Tor could buy the award its own seat on the plane. That would be fitting.
P.
Aw, Teresa, I'm sorry about Porco Bruno. I loved your stories about him.
I had a hamster who also liked exploring bookshelves. She could push the smaller books out to make herself little niches behind. Any given session would usually end when she started chewing on a heavier book, presumably in order to make a tunnel in it.
P.
Wow, I got it.
It's a thing of beauty in its way.
P.
Warning: Reality may shift during sex.
P.
Hey, turning fifty doesn't remove your ability to get into trouble, it merely confirms you as an expert.
Happy, happy birthday!
P.
Oh my God, how completely unsettling on every possible level. You guys deserve a huge great sympathy card, half precisely right and half bad verse to laugh at, but I doubt that Hallmark can rise to the occasion.
I will add to the chorus that says you can make cocoa with soy milk; you can also use rice milk. Depending on the flavoring of the milk, you may need to reduce the amount of sugar. If you don't want your cocoa to feel as if it were made with two percent milk, get some of the Silk PLAIN soymilk creamer and mix it with regular soy or rice milk until satisfied.
Dinking around with comfort foods is sometimes satisfying, not. I'll hope for the satisfying.
P.
I have a Henry Kelsey, from the Canadian Explorers series. I love it passionately. In a state where Serious Gardeners bury their roses in the winter, I leave it up on its arbor, it dies back almost to the ground, and then every year it produces a whole new batch of canes fourteen feet long. It is an evil rose to work with -- it has both huge rigid thorns and minute prickly ones that come off in your skin like cockleburrs -- but it saved my life once, by giving me puncture wounds and cellulitis, so that I had to go in to Urgent Care, where it was discovered that I had severe hypertension.
It's the reddest of the Explorers, and its first flush is more fragrant than its later efforts, but it's a glorious bloomer, always putting up a couple of unexpected bunches of buds, and often reblooming with almost June-like fervor in September.
P.
I haven't seen this bit mentioned, and am a little curious. On the whole, I haven't much cared for the original dialogue of the film. Some lines are okay; some of the comic ones are inspired; very occasionally a serious one is right and proper. But mostly it's lame and dull, with bits of Tolkien shining in it like quartz in limestone, some well- and some very ill-placed. The shining exception to this, in my opinion, is Aragorn's speech to the army before the Black Gate. My thought at the time was, "Wow, somebody's read HENRY V," but in fact, the speech is not Shakespearean, it's much plainer. I wondered if it had been neatly cribbed from some historical source, or if my notion of what sounds good and the scriptwriters' had simply for once fallen together.
Pamela
I'm awfully sorry. That kind of thing has some of the emotional resonances of a house fire, sans the risk to life and limb, but sans insurance as well.
Pamela
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