The 70s called and want their clothes back

the 1570s BCE, that is.


Fontaine dress from Soft Surroundings, Summer 2016

Fontaine dress from Soft Surroundings, Summer 2016

Caution: Potentially NSFW art below the fold

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Saturday Story: Remorse

“If we fall in the race, though we win, the hoof-slide is scarred on the course;

Allah and Earth pardon sin, but remaineth forever remorse.” R. Kipling.


When General James McKendrick confronted him, Major Edward O’Neil swore that he had been joking. His fellow officers, however, had their doubts.


It began innocuously enough one night at supper when Commander Na Gael joined the others in trying to identify the mystery meat. It was Lent, and Friday, so most guesses centered on fish or seafood. “Maybe lobster,” Major Maria de Alba y Rodriguez speculated, drawing laughter.

Lieutenant Pedro Bustos, from Chile, poked the item in question and decided, “capybara. It is a fish during Lent, after all.” Continue reading

New Alexi’s Tale Release

Different Generation, Same Danger or

Ask not for whom the cat texts, Captain Oblivious. He texts for thee.


Ivan the Purrable and the Twelfth Dancing Princess is now available on Amazon.

In Russian tales, the third son is the clever one, the hard-working one, the one who gets the victory, the girl, and usually a kingdom. And then there’s Steve . . .

Stavros George doesn’t believe in Baba Yaga or Chernobog. Steve believes in structural engineering, materials science, and that people need to tip their pizza delivery guys more. Too bad for Steve that Baba Yaga and Koschai the Deathless believe in him.

It will take all three of Alexi’s children’s bravery, strength, and wits, and Ivan the Purrable, to get out of this mess. And Steve had better hope his siblings reach him before Ivan does. Because there’s no tuna in Chernobog’s realm and Ivan’s seriously ticked.

Situational Sheepdogs

I think the guest speaker Sunday was a little surprised when he asked which doors could be locked from the inside and I began reciting them, working my way around the building, floor by floor. Most people don’t observe their environments that closely, or make that kind of mental note. Most people don’t look around rooms and make mental lists of what can be used for attack or defense, in what order to grab said items, and where all the exits are (although that is probably changing). Most people don’t assume that trouble is lurking in the bushes and that it is a matter of when, not if. But, fortunately, most people have not been the target of choice for bullies or other two-footed predators. Some of us have, and it leaves traces. How we choose to deal with it . . . Continue reading

Book Review: Tales of the Minivandians

Rogneby, Tom. Tales of the Minivandians (E-book, 2015)

Imagine you are stuck in traffic with a couple of kids in a car. And they are bored. And you are too. How do you make things more interesting? You can sing songs. You can play the license plate game (unless traffic is parked). Or you can tell the story of the day medieval style. And thus we get the first half of Tales of the Minivandians, the sagas of Lord DaddyBear of the Minivandians, his brave wife (and combat mage and healer) and their three children. It’s a great, fun romp for adults and for kids under 12 or so. (And I wish all safety briefings were like that given to DaddyBear as he boarded the great sky dragon to fly home). The second half of the book is a straight fantasy with some bits that are probably a little scary and grim for the under 12 set. Continue reading

No Longer Surprised

It speaks volumes about the state of the world that neither the attack on the McDonald’s and the mall in Munich, nor the horrible car bombing in Kabul, surprised me. And I suspect that if people were honest, the fact that the attacks took place did not surprise all that many people, relatively speaking. The location in Munich might have, because unless someone is really following the news from Germany and Austria that closely, or relies on sources like Britebart-England and the Gatestone Institute, they’d miss what’s been going on over there. But the fact of another follower of Islam blowing up a truck bomb, and of a shooting spree (with a firearm not legally obtainable unless one is law enforcement or a member of certain shooting clubs and then is not permitted to carry) by a young Moslem male, do not surprise us anymore.

Upset? Certainly. Depress? Absolutely. Greatly concern? Yes, although not always for the same reasons. But not surprise. We’re a bit like people in 1890 as described in Barbara Tuchman’s The Proud Tower. Continue reading

Book Review: A Net of Dawn and Bones

Chancy, C. R. A Net of Dawn and Bones (Kindle edition, 2015)

A detective, a heretic, and a redhead walked into a vampire bar . . . and it’s not a joke. The world has turned upside down, the ACLU is on the wrong side,  and the good guys are in deep kimchi. And that’s before two escapees from hell pop up and make life really interesting.

I freely admit, I grabbed this one because of a great plug for it by one of the regulars in the comments section at AccordingToHoyt . And then I didn’t get around to looking at it until I needed a little cool and quiet time at LibertyCon. Well, I got the cool but not the quiet time, because the book sucked me in hard and I had to back out and stop reading until my heart rate settled down and I stopped trying to pant. And then the pace of the book accelerated. Continue reading