"Well, how happy could I be? My wife died. I was a widower. I'm not even thirty. Excuse me for not dancing with joy. And excuse me for not being ecstatic at a hint of the afterlife. Life should be like a computer file. At the end, it gets deleted."
Mostly I read history ... the wonderful thing about history is that it's always far more absurd and entertaining than anything a reasonable person can imagine.
One thing in the air this year has been building for some time: an awareness of just how many groups, organizations, and initiatives out in the (somewhat) wider world are of interest to the WisCon, feminist, progressive science fiction community
halos once emanated above every human head
Violet Miranda: Girl Pirate , page 20 of 24. A serialized graphic novel.