It’s a Frog Thing

We were out walking just after a big storm and went by the wetlands near our house.  It was just before dusk, and all the frogs were out, too.  They ranged in size from itty-bitty little guys the size of a small cricket who could hop maybe a quarter inch, to one good-sized fellow that would

Chrysalis vs. Cocoon

I was reading my daughter a slightly insipid but still enjoyable bedtime story–and, no, that’s not how I described it to her–when she interrupted. ‘Wait–that caterpillar said it’s going to make a cocoon, but that would mean it had to become a moth.  So why does it say it will be a butterfly?’ I had

Infinity Version Three

I’m cutting, expanding, editing and re-working three stories right now.  All are being prepped for specific markets and have already been through a thousand and one edits, or so it feels. And let me just say, keeping track of the versions can be a royal pain. It should be simple.  Version 1, 2, 3, etc.

Linked Up

See if you can find the common thread: More of the big guys still undiscovered in the ocean, but little chance of the Loch Ness turning up, or so they say. A report on ten new species, though a little long on propaganda and a little short on information about the individual species.  Eight and

Protesting the Grade

Have you ever wondered if your prof has been sitting around dusty tomes in moldy rooms for one year too many?  I had an incident like that this week. I won’t go into particulars, but as a part of the senior project I recently turned in I was supposed to write a paper on the

TGIF the 13th

Otherwise I might think I was jinxed or something.  The exam I took today should have been relatively easy, as I’ve been prepping for over a week, and I should have had it wrapped up in less than one and a half hours.  Instead, it was a bruiser, definately in the top two hardest tests

Random Reading Notes

I’ve been doing a bit of reading lately while attempting to ignore my last looming final.  Given that the final is in quantificational logic and involves proofs so long they really shouldn’t be allowed out without a license, I think my occasional dodge into a closet is understandable…but I digress. I’m not going to review the books

Rejection Flowers

When a significant rejection letter comes in, people sometimes give themselves a consolation prize.  A chocolate treat, maybe a book.  I have a friend who buys shoes. When your house isn’t selling, you buy flowers. In fact, I’m beginning to see a direct corrolation between the seller’s level of concern, ranging from mild to manic, and