Apr. 8th, 2017 09:14 am
ksmith: (coffee cup)
According to DW, it's all been ported over from LJ--posts, comments, the woiks.

Kinda nice to be back in this format again. Wondering if the demise of SFFNet was a trigger, though likely not to the same extent as the new LJ TOS?

We seem to need a place off the beaten--Twitter/FB/etc--path.
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See a penny

I don’t believe that I am particularly superstitious. On a scale of 0 to 100, with 0 being “not in the least” and 100 the score of your average major league baseball player on a hot streak of wins/at-bats, I doubt I crack the low end of the scale. I don’t think twice about walking under ladders. I love black cats—years ago, one crossed my path when I was on my way to take a linear algebra exam, which I aced. Friday the 13th is just another day.

Pick it up

I’ve broken mirrors, spilled salt, and opened umbrellas indoors, all without a second thought. But there’s one superstition that has settled in several years ago, unpacked its bags, and made itself at home. When I see a penny on the ground, I pick it up. Usually.

All daylong

My only condition is that the penny has to be face-up. At one time I heard or read that if it’s tail-side up, all the luck has run out. So if it’s heads, it’s mine. Tails, and I pass it by.

I don’t know why this became my quirk. Rational Me knows that it makes no sense, that the existence and orientation of a stray zinc coin washed with copper can have no influence on my life. I understand that existence is one uncertainty after another, and the need to quell the fear that this can inspire, to seek order in a disordered world, can lead me to find meaning in meaningless events.

You’ll have good luck

From this point on, maybe I’ll start doing what some variations of the story behind the superstition describe, and turn over the pennies that are tails-side up so that someone else to have the luck. I could also dig more deeply into the history of this and other superstitions and use the information in stories.

And I will probably continue to collect pennies I find in the street. As long as they’re face-up.

If you’re curious, here’s an article with short histories of common Western superstitions, and one with more information about the penny legend.

(This post also appeared over at the BookView Café blog)

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I had a chance to consider my dream casting for the Gideon miniseries over at MY BOOK, THE MOVIE:

Lauren Reardon—a 30-something Sandra Bullock. Lauren is an outdoorsy woman who enjoys kayaking, backwoods camping, rock climbing. Girl-next-door attractive, and very down-to-earth. Bullock appeals to me in those respects. She’s always struck me as someone you could run into at the local drugstore or mini-mart and have a friendly, funny no-drama conversation with. But there’s a toughness there, and a sense that something happened to her that she simply does not discuss with anyone.

Follow the link for more.

There’s also a link to the COFFEE WITH A CANINE post from back in November.

This weekend, the BRAIN TO BOOKS CYBER CONVENTION is going on over at Goodreads. I have a booth–stop by and post a comment.


Mirrored from Taking notes along the way.

ksmith: (me)

No spam in the bucket ever since I changed settings so one needs to register in order to post. I don’t know if that makes posting impossible or not–if it does, email me. I’m pretty sure I am registered to post on other blogs because either my photo or the same WP pattern thingie pops up as my avatar. It’s not bad, and your info is good over multiple blogs.

The storm on Thursday turned out a fizzle here in far NE Illinois, but one is expected on Tuesday that is supposed to have more oomph. I’ve had it. I want Spring. Warmth, bees, flowers, greenery.

I am officially addicted to HGTV and This Old House. Garnering ideas for use in sprucing up the kitchen and bathroom over the next year or so. I’ll do as much as I can myself, and hire expert help when needed. I’ve only been staring at the same green (!) cupboards and yellow one-piece flooring (bath) for 25.5 years now. That’s a quarter-century. Think about it.

Time to get a move on.

Pups are fine. King has his monthly check-up next week. Fingers crossed that all continues well.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (bourne)

Even though I have an Akismet plug-in installed, I wanted to see if I could whittle down the amount of spam the site’s been getting. I changed the comment setting so that users need to register and be signed in before they can comment. However, I don’t know if that inhibits non-spam folk from commenting or not–I’m used to signing in on other sites, but I know it can be a pain. I don’t get many comments, so I’m not sure how much of a barrier it is. I do know that for the first time since I don’t know when, I have had no spam for two days running. It’s kinda nice. Let’s see if it lasts.

If it’s impossible to comment here, you can let me know over on my LJ, which is where I funnel these posts.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (matt_doc1)

Kuro is home from the garage. The Dodge Dart loaner was actually a nice little car, but it’s good to have my boy back again. I just asked him to please please please not get sick anymore this year.

There’s snow on the ground. Fancy that.

Pondering a smartphone. Android vs iPhone. Contract vs no contract. If a contract, which provider?

That teaser for ORPHAN BLACK on BBC-America looks interesting.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (gimme a break)

Okay. First there was this, over on Tumblr.

Which led me to this.


Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (flying saucer)

An absolute cousin sure isn’t a friend, yet unfortunately a friend are forever an actual cousin.

I swear this stuff is written by aliens.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (luna lovegood)

Blogging. Writing, fiction or non-fiction. Novels. Shorts. Flash.

Spot-on, this. Especially about reading critiques and comments.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.


Oct. 23rd, 2012 06:38 pm
ksmith: (brollie)

Getting pounded with spam these last few days. We’re talking hundreds a day, with dozens of new variations turning up in the Akismet net to be added to the filter. Thank ghod for Akismet. I think that without it, I would have had to shut down the blog months ago.

Well over an inch of rain has fallen since Sunday. It has finally stopped for a while. Sun peeked out for a few minutes, which was cause for much rejoicing. Temps will bump up close to 70 or higher the next few days, but of course they will plummet on Friday because I am taking the day off–it’s King’s first doctor visit since starting chemo. If all goes well, errands will follow. The excitement never stops.

Trying to not feel too bummed about missing WFC. Folks are starting to talk about their schedules and such, and that always makes me feel a little down. I did do a decent amount of traveling this year, at least for me. But I would have enjoyed the drive to Toronto, and seeing Julie Czerneda, Michelle Sagara West, and other folks. Oh well. There’s always next year.

The pups just finished their after-dinner shenanigans. I don’t know why, but that’s their chosen time to run around, wrestle, and create mayhem. They’re both petered out now, stretched out on the floor around my chair. I’ll straighten out the living room rugs later.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

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An oldie but a goodie from science writer Ed Yong:

The writing process.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

Mind Meld

Oct. 3rd, 2012 01:07 am
ksmith: (me)

Not the Vulcan kind. The SFSignal kind.

I’ve an entry in this week’s Meld. Check it out.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (gimme a break)

“Ever thought about writing a book someday?”

Hmmmm…maybe someday….

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (snowsuit)

A “Saskatchewan Screamer” whipped through Thursday night into Friday morning, leaving a couple inches of heart attack snow in its wake. Lots of folks got 6+ inches, but stuff around here fell as rain until well after midnight, so I guess I lucked out. Didn’t have to shovel it in the morning, and much of it had melted by the time I got home from the day job. Today, it’s temps in the 20s and some blue sky showing through the clouds. The spirea had started to bud and the daffs to push up through the ground–not sure what this winter rehash is going to do to them.

I may plant tomato seeds in starter trays this week. I want to keep the number of plants in the raised bed down to around four, so of course I bought 5 varieties of seeds: Arkansas Traveler, Black Cherry, 2 types of Heinz, and Sunset’s Red Horizon. Then the store tossed in a freebie pack of German Striped Stuffers, which despite sounding vaguely rude is actually a stripedy tomato made for stuffing. Not a fan of stuffed tomatoes, so I may give them a pass.

I don’t think I’ll plant mesclun this year. It always comes up, but it takes up a lot of room that I think I would rather give over to basil and other herbs. Gonna keep it simple. No peppers or garlic or anything else. Tomatoes and herbs.

I have not run in three weeks. Knees, this time, a sensation of tightness on the insides of both. The left is way worse than the right, and is actually still bugging me a bit. Fear of gaining back all the weight I lost drove me to the foot doctor, who ordered a different type of orthotic. Unfortunately, those are still about two weeks away, and in the meantime I’m afraid to do anything. I may try plain old walking next week, but it was the speed work that knocked the pounds off and I dare not try that until I get the new inserts.

My problems are two-fold, very high arches combined with right leg about 1/3″ shorter than the left. Can’t fix the height difference because the right ankle has compensated over the years and hurts like hell if it can’t underpronate to its heart’s content.

I never realized I had all these problems until I started to try to, you know, exercise and be healthy.

In actual book news, Modern Fae’s Guide hits the shelves the week after next, March 6, to be exact. Available for pre-order in all the usual places.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (luna lovegood)

Sounds like it would be a rlleay good book to give a new mum! How long have you been a vegetarian?

Dear Charles, I’m a Vietnam vtareen who counseled WWII POWs from Germany for many years. It’s a credit to your humanity that you choked a bit. The horrors are more than most people can imagine or stomach.

My hair is stuck in Chapter 8. ORANGE. Only this time it wasn’t sun-in (though it has been in the past).This time it’s ORANGE: when you dcdeie to stop dying your hair red. Cold turkey.

I think “my hair is stuck in Chapter 8.” is going to become my new byline.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (release the penguins)

The title of this post comes courtesy of one of the weirder spams I have ever received. WP spammers are usually remarkable only for their repetition and unique spin on the English language, but this post is noteworthy because it is completely whacked.

There is the potential of tights becoming developed that could remain ladder-free, created from a newly created material that can repair itself when the edges are brought back together. As it is possible to see, hosiery has come a extended way, and it really is undoubtedly going additional!

In other news, the head cold that I thought had run its course paid a return visit today. Chills. Body and headaches. Sneezing. I’m now at the point where I can breathe through my nose, but can’t taste anything. At least my throat stopped hurting.

In hockey news, looks as though the Hawks are in danger of winning one tonight. But they still have 18 minutes to screw things up, so I shall withhold my it’saboutdamnedtimes until the game is well and truly over. Like when all the guys are in the shower, or something.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (teashop)

To Hell With It. Cobwebs festooning the corners? Dust pumas under the bed? Floors that crunch underfoot? So what? The laundry goes from body to hamper to washer to clothes basket to body again without being sidetracked into closet or drawer. No problem. Why scrub down the stove and the counters? They’ll only get dirty again. Okay, we stop short of being shut down by the Board of Public Health. But who gives a rat’s backside if the linens match? And making the bed? Please. Life is too short.

And I have novels to write.

I was bad and printed the climax first. Sort of like eating dessert before dinner. But the rest of the post is here, and is well worth your time.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (snowflakes)

Had a great time at Capricon yesterday. Arrived at the Wheeling Westin around 10am, just as flakes started falling. By the time I gave my reading (an excerpt from Continuing Education, my entry in MODERN FAE’S GUIDE TO SURVIVING HUMANITY which is out 6 March hinthint) and sat in on my 1130 Classic Dr Who panel, the snow was coming down fairly hard. Had a really nice lunch at the hotel’s Italian restaurant, then sat in the causeway with Michael D Thomas and talked for, well, a few hours. Light dinner with him, Lynne Thomas, and John O’Neill, followed by my last panel, Why Are SF Writers So Bad At Predicting The Future, with Cory Doctorow, Bill Higgins, and Gene Wolfe. A good, thinky panel where we discussed possible reasons why SF writers predicted the rocket car but not the stubby little roadcar/minivan, the great central supercomputer but not the PC. Conclusions included the feeling that predicting the future isn’t the point of SF, and that the sorts of discoveries that had the biggest impact on our day to day lives may not have been the ones that lent themselves to dramatic storytelling.

After more hallcons and final farewells, I hit the road around 1130pm or so. The snow had started letting up around midafternoon, and by the time I left the hotel, the tollway was perfectly clear and dry. A few sideroads had some snow, but not very much. Made it home around 1230am or so, and listened to music/decompressed for a couple of hours before going to bed.

I will say that this developing pattern of Snow Events Every Time Kristine Decides To Drive To A Convention does not bode well for a drive to Toronto/Richmond Hill for WFC in early November.

It’s *freezing* outside, the first weekend with high temps under 30F. A few inches of powder fell, then blew around enough that I don’t really need to shovel. Grocery shopping still to do. Then I am getting my hair colored, a darker brown with highlights. I want something different-but-not-too. Want to cover the gray. ‘Tis the winter of our discontent, I guess.

A worky afternoon/evening is planned. The excitement, let me show you it.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (teashop)

February is going to be a tough month, so blogging may be light.

1) I will be at Capricon this Friday, for the day only. Schedule is as follows:

Reading: Kristine Smith – Friday, 02-10-2012 – 11:00 am to 11:30 am – River C (Cafe)

My First Doctor- The Classic Doctor Who Panel – Friday, 02-10-2012 – 11:30 am to 1:00 pm – Botanic Garden A (Special Events – Programming)

Does It Matter If Science Fiction Authors Are Bad at Predicting the Future? – Friday, 02-10-2012 – 7:00 pm to 8:30 pm – Willow

2) I don’t care who wins the Super Bowl. The Blackhawks are in a slump, and that’s all the sports shit I can deal with at the moment. Trying to forget about it, actually. As my Dad used to say, I don’t have any money riding on them. And yelling at the TV just alarms the pups, anyway.

3) Stocked up the cookie jars yesterday in preparation for the month ahead. My fave oatmeal cookie recipe, with a few additions/changes. Toasted the oatmeal as well as the nuts (walnuts this time instead of pecans). Added a tablespoon of dark rum, a half-teaspoon of ground ginger, and a half-teaspoon or so of freshly ground nutmeg. Used organic raisins that turned out to be rather large, as in actual large shriveled grape-size, and a bit sweeter than usual. All combined to boost the flavor significantly. Next time, I will toast the oatmeal a little longer–some of it had turned light golden, but not all of it. But it looks like cookie flavor is improved if you lightly toast everything that’s toastable. And add more spices. And rum. I can tell you where some of the rum has gone.

4) Can’t believe tomorrow’s Monday. I do so love being home, puttering, doing what needs doing when I want to do it. Being able to think in solitude. The place is a hovel with dog hair everywhere and needs a good scrub from stem to stern, but oh well. Hovel Is Where The Heart Is. And The Brain, too, most days.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

ksmith: (release the penguins)

“You are my inhalation.”


Must be the new perfume.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.

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