Wednesday, January 28, 2009


So. We get to Denver. As predicted, it's 60 degrees and sunny. Lovely. We hit the rodeo, did some shopping at the stock show (waves to Jack, whose art we adore) and found a neat Mexican place to have supper. (For those who might not know, wheat allergies/celiacs is fairly easy to accommodate at Mexican places, as corn tortillas generally don't have wheat flour in them).

The next day, we decided to go to lunch, then go early to the stock show. We get to Beau Jo's Pizza, which is a Colorado institution *and* they have gluten free pies, and there's white flakes gently drifting down from the sky...

Shawn looks at me, utterly offended, and says, "Lorna. There is SNOW falling from the sky. What is UP with that?"

Cackles. I've only been away from Colorado for 3 years, so this was not surprising to me. The 30 year Texan? Rejects snow as a reality.

By the time our three day stint at ALA was over, we had 7 inches on the ground, and a certain Texan did not want to go outside

We also ate at a place called Panzano's, which had an entire GF menu, and gluten free crostini! Uhn.

ALA went well, and this time around we have a plan for follow through. We have a ton of places wanting review copies, which will be expensive, but it's the only way to make Prizm viable, I think. We had some lovely invitations to go to the GLBT round table social, but it conflicted with our supper reservation, so we had to bow out. Next time, guys. I'll be putting a detailed con report up on the TQ and Prizm blogs at some point.

My dog? Pouted after I got home. For hours. Then I laid down on the couch and she got up on my legs and held me down. She also slept on me all night.


All in all, it was a decent trip, but man, 10 below zero? Is fucking cold

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


I've been down a bit lately. For various reasons. Hormones (this whole peri-menopause thing can go fuck itself), family things, doing royalties (which always depresses me, because it reminds me what assholes people can be)

So I've been pondering. I know I've been trying to blog gratitude, but today is a day for things that make me go hmm...

The cowboy way? Used to be to police your own. Not fine someone 7500.00 for throwing a facemask or force someone to wear a helmet to ride roughstock. Whenever someone cites the cowboy code as a reason for doing ridiculous shit like that, especially someone I used to think of as the best all-around cowboy who ever lived? Well, it's the end of an era, and it makes me sad

I've also been pondering why meeting me and Shawn in person seems to be the kiss of death lately. We've always joked that once you meet us and see that we are what we are, you either love us or hate us, but that wasn't a challenge to the universe. It really wasn't. We weren't asking to turn people off just by existing. And no, this isn't a woe is me, no one loves me. I know I'm loved. This is a how can a good working relationship go bad just by meeting someone at a con?

Why is a venti soy latte so yummy?

Why is it that people with agendas seek us out? And what is it that Yankees can't understand about an explicit explanation of the way things happen? Why is that they feel the need to "help everyone else understand" by asking questions that are designed to be leading and insulting, thus proving that they're passive agressive pussies, who can't just come out and say what they think to your face?


Right now I really need to concentrate on ALA, the Denver Stock show, and the thought of some gluten free pizza at Beau Jos

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

been a bit

sunk deep in work. Send yarn.

my joint pain is still bad, but things intestinal have improved. So, both yea and nay.

okay, off to the bedroom for a bit to edit