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This November, you know, after you’ve picked up The Shattering Peace and enjoyed the heck out of it, I’ll have another new thing for you: A short story called “3 Days, 9 Months, 27 Years,” which will be part of The Time Traveler’s Passport, an anthology of stories about time and/or travel, edited by John Joseph Adams, which in addition to my story will feature stories by R.F. Kuang, Peng Shepard, Kaliane Bradley, Olivie Blake and P. Djèlí Clark. That is a hell of a line-up, if I do say so myself. These stories will also feature audio narration, and they will be for sale individually, but if you are an Amazon Prime member, you’ll get to read them for free, because Amazon is publishing this anthology, and that’s how Amazon do.

And what is “3 Days, 9 Months, 27 Years” about? Here’s the pitch:

Time travel is real—and used for high-end tourism. Every moment of the past is open to visitors, and no matter what they do then, everything now waits for them, thanks to the sure hand of an experienced time travel technician. Come spend a day behind the controls of the time machine, and discover why, this day of all days, it’s time for this technician to make a change. Because sometimes, time travel is more than just an adventure. Sometimes, it’s a moral imperative.

Oooooh! Moral imperatives!

It’s a very good story, if I do say so myself (as are the other stories in this collection, no surprise given the line-up), and I’m looking forward to sharing it with you all in November. That’s not long now, and worth the wait.

— JS

D'OH!

Sep. 5th, 2025 04:20 pm
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It took me forever to realize this wedding cake was supposed to have a Simpsons theme:

Mmmmm. Paaaaaper.
And yes, you read that right: this was a WEDDING CAKE.


I especially like the way the sides transition seamlessly from edible paper to airbrushed fondant:

SEAMLESS.

Oh, and Bart's chalkboard reads, "I will not lick the wedding cake."

I guess there wasn't room for "...not if you paid me a million dollars."

Thanks to Meredith who thinks we should RELEASE THE HOUNDS!!
******

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Posted by Athena Scalzi

I have followed CultFlav on Tik Tok for a while now, enjoying their thorough reviews of cooking products as well as cookbooks. For all the reviews of theirs I’ve seen, I’ve never really been tempted to buy anything before. Most of what I have seen are things like pan reviews, a comparison of knives, talking about stand-mixers, basically a bunch of stuff I already have and don’t need to replace any time soon. So while I like their content, I have never felt compelled to buy anything they’ve talked about.

About a month ago, I watched a twenty minute video on Tik Tok where they reviewed Zaynab Issa’s cookbook, Third Culture Cooking. That’s right, I watched an entire twenty minute Tik Tok video. I have never done that before, to be honest. But for this video, I was sat. They had my attention from the start, and kept it all the way through. Here’s the Tik Tok video:

@cultflav

9.2: Third Culture Cooking by @Zaynab Issa cookbook review! This book is special without being fussy. It takes freezer ingredients and takes them from getting food on the table to taking care of yourself. Hope you enjoy the review! Check out our website for Gyoza recipe(s): cultflav.com

♬ original sound – Cult Flav

CultFlav’s video sold me completely on buying this cookbook. I had to place a special order to get it because I bought it through my local independent bookstore, but it was worth the wait.

I have always had this awful tendency to buy a cookbook and then never cook anything from it. It is a problem that extends into other areas of my life, too, such as buying a ton of video games on Steam and never playing any. I’m sure many of you can relate. Yeah, I see your TBR pile of fantasy novels on your nightstand there, don’t try to hide it, we’re all friends here.

For Third Culture Cooking, I was determined to cook something from it. I had bought it because CultFlav’s video had made me excited about the book, and eager to try the recipes, and by golly I was going to do it.

I decided to follow in CultFlav’s footsteps and sit down and read the whole thing first. I’m glad I did, because Zaynab Issa has some very interesting things to say on “American” food and how being a woman impacts how we view the act of cooking.

All the praise I’m about to give the book are exactly what CultFlav has said in their videos, but I’m going to do it anyway.

I love the look of the book. It’s a really well made, nice looking book that is going to look great on any shelf, or even displayed on a coffee table. It’s well-shot and well-organized. I like the textured lettering on the cover.

I love the accessibility aspect of the ingredients. It can be daunting to try to cook a dish that has ingredients you’ve never used before, or is a very different cuisine than what you’re used to, but Issa makes a point to include tons of substitutions in every single recipe. I find her recipes to be very approachable, and if you read through the recipes as well as her section on “pantry and fridge staples”, you’ll find that once you buy something for one of her recipes, chances are very high that you will use it again in about a dozen others. This is especially true of things like spices. Everyone knows the feeling of buying a whole jar of spice just to use 1/4 tsp of it in a recipe, and then never touch it again. I can guarantee that if you buy a spice she uses in a recipe, you’re going to see it again and again throughout the book.

Issa has a section in the beginning of the book that lists a handful of moods, and then tells you some recipes to cook for that mood. If you’re in the mood for something cozy, she recommends her udon carbonara, or her banana cake with tahini fudge. If you’re in the mood to celebrate, why not try her biryani, or chocolate cake with chai buttercream? I think this is a really unique and fun thing to have in your cookbook.

In the couple weeks of having this book, I’ve made four things from it. French Onion Ramen, Super Savory Chicken Soup, Red Curry Orzotto, and Coffee Cake Muffins. Everything has been really good so far, and has been pretty easy!

For the French Onion Ramen, it mostly consisted of caramelizing onions, adding things like white miso paste and rice vinegar for flavor along with beef broth, and boiling noodles. I loved the inclusion of fresh grated parmesan on top. I even managed to make pretty perfect soft-boiled eggs that were nice and jammy. I couldn’t find ramen noodles at the store, so I used yakisoba noodles instead, and I think it turned out really well. I would like to make it with actual ramen noodles in the future, I think it would be even better that way.

When I made the Super Savory Chicken Soup, it was because my mom was sick, and I wanted to make her a soup that really packed a punch. This soup has tons of garlic and ginger in it that I was sure would help her feel better. The noodles in this dish are also ramen noodles, which I did manage to get ahold of this time. In the recipe, she says to cook the chicken thighs in the broth, but I didn’t have time to actually cook the chicken and shred it and all that, so I used a rotisserie chicken and shredded it up before adding it in, and I think it turned out pretty amazing. It was super flavorful and full of good stuff. I will say, you can’t skimp on the fresh lime juice, it really brightens the soup up and adds some excellent acidity to the hearty broth.

The Red Curry Orzotto is probably my favorite out of all these recipes so far, even though everything else was really good, this dish just turned out so delicious and cozy and I can’t wait to make it a regular in my rotation of dinners. The recipe calls to include mushrooms and peas in it, but also says that if you want to include a protein, she recommends shrimp or chicken. I picked shrimp and I think it was an absolutely amazing addition. I’m kind of biased because shrimp is my favorite protein in general, but honestly the flavors are just perfect together. I used a mild red curry paste for this dish but you could easily use a spicier one for some extra kick.

Lastly, the Coffee Cake Muffins. The dessert section of this book is the one that interests me the most, with recipes like Coconut and Cardamom Cake, Almond Mocha Blondies, Melon Sorbet, and Salted Brown Butter Pecan Shortbread. The Coffee Cake Muffins had a really simple ingredient list and were pretty easy to make, and they tasted really good, but oh my goodness they were so crumbly. The streusel on top was so crumbly you couldn’t eat one of these bad boys without hovering over a plate or the kitchen sink. I felt like I had done something wrong to make them turn out this way, so I actually emailed Issa and asked her if there was something I might’ve done to cause the seemingly-extreme-crumbliness. I was very surprised she actually responded to my email the next day!

Everything I’ve made so far has been pretty great, and nothing yet has been too difficult or daunting! I really like this cookbook, and I like that it has made me genuinely excited to get in the kitchen and cook something yummy. It’s a nice feeling, and I owe it to CultFlav for so very thoroughly reading, testing, and recommending Third Culture Cooking.

If you want to see their full, hour long review over the book, rather than the twenty minute Tik Tok version, here’s the YouTube video:

I will say my one critique of the cookbook is that sometimes (rarely, but honestly once is more than enough) Issa opts to put a photo of an empty plate to accompany the recipe, rather than a photo of the food before it was eaten. The empty plate might have a spoonful or two of remnants of the dish, or smears of sauce here and there, but we don’t get an actual photo of the dish. That is definitely not my favorite, but it happens so sparingly that I can get over it. It was actually that way for the Red Curry Orzotto, where there’s just a little tiny bit of orzo left on a sauce-smeared plate. Wouldn’t be what I do, but, it’s not my cookbook.

Overall, I highly recommend giving this cookbook a shot, it has been so fun to read and look through, and I’m so excited to try more recipes from it. I’m really loving it so far!

Don’t forget to check out Zaynab Issa’s Instagram and Tik Tok, as well as CultFlav’s Instagram and Tik Tok, so you can see tons of awesome cooking-related reviews.

Which dish sounds the most yummy to you? Do you have any cookbooks you’ve been loving lately? Let me know in the comments, and have a great day!

-AMS

I'm going there no more to roam

Sep. 4th, 2025 07:11 pm
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There's so much TV coming back soon:

- the new season of Only Murders in the Building starts on 9/8
- the new season of Slow Horses starts 9/24
- the new season of Abbott Elementary starts 10/1

And it's not tv, but the new season of Batman: Wayne Family Adventures also starts 10/1 - there was a new mini episode last night, featuring Alfred being the best. <3

Meanwhile, I still have not watched:

- season 2 of Andor
- season 2 of Wednesday
- season 2 of Poker Face (though I did watch the first episode - the one with Cynthia Erivo, who was fantastic)

And of course, China Beach is finally available on a streaming service I do not have, and without some of the iconic music they used, but it would definitely be worth checking out if I wanted to pay for another streamer, which I don't.

Instead, I seem to have fallen into another Elementary rewatch. Despite some of the ghastly murders, it is a very comforting watch and I love Joan and Sherlock's relationship so much. And I might be feeling a Killjoys rewatch coming up soon too. I guess we'll see.

There are other shows I keep meaning to check out but have not as of yet - there is just too much to watch and too little time.

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The Big Idea: Gary Jackson

Sep. 4th, 2025 04:39 pm
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

Move over, Shakespeare in the Park, today we’ve got poet Gary Jackson and the Big Idea for his newest collection of poetry. Follow along to see how small lives speaks to the reader in an unprecedented way.

GARY JACKSON:

It’s no secret that I love persona poems. When I teach my intro to poetry students about voice and speaker, I routinely ask: Who is talking to whom about what? I pose the question hoping to prompt them to consider how a poet employs pronouns, point of view, and psychic distance to not only render a speaker, but also address an audience—both inside and outside the world of the poem—often creating simultaneous meanings that can even contradict.

All of my books engage with persona in different ways, including the poems in small lives, which began as a handful of disparate persona poems in the voices of superhumans. Some of the first pieces I wrote for this collection, like “fly” and “The Telepath quits her day job,” feature two different speakers navigating the extraordinary in our contemporary moment. Both poems use the first-person point of view because I like to bring the reader closer into the world I’m creating. Third person tends to put more psychic distance between speaker and reader than I want, and the voice can teeter toward the omniscient, which I’m not usually after. But as I wrote more of these superhuman voices, I realized two things: 1) I was juggling a lot of speakers, and 2) a few main characters were emerging to form the core of the story I was telling: The Invincible Woman, The Willpower Man, and The Telepath.

Having multiple speakers populate a collection wasn’t new to me—my previous books also employed multiple personas. The easiest way to handle persona in the speculative world of small lives was simply to name the poem after the speaker, which gives you titles like “The Heartless Boy,” “The Never-Ending Man,” and “The Precog” (though that last one is interesting because it’s not the Precog speaking to us, but her granddaughter). The title, while relatively simple, does a great deal of work introducing the speaker before the reader even enters the poem.

It was clear early on that The Willpower Man, The Telepath, and The Invincible Woman would be the three recurring speakers throughout the collection. And though many of their poems include their names in the titles, several do not. And several challenges emerged: when they interact with one another, what’s the best way to handle those crossovers? Without always relying on the first-person point of view, how can I make it clear who is speaking to whom? That’s when I realized I had been leaving out one pronoun almost entirely when it came to identifying the subject position of the speaker: you.

Like most poets, I frequently use the second person to signify an absence, a placeholder for some recipient, or a presence implied by the you—a finger pointing outward to implicate the reader or directly address them. But what about conflating speaker and reader, bringing them directly into the difficult and impossible choices these characters face? What if I collapsed that psychic and narrative distance even further?

Looking back through my drafts, one of the first poems featuring you was an early piece for The Invincible Woman, simply titled “The Invincible Woman,” which served as her introduction. It would eventually become “The Invincible Woman has a one-night stand,” but in that first draft there was a line (that’s no longer in the published version): “And the world, like all things that grow up, forgot you.” Maybe that’s why I chose the second person for her voice—I wanted a persona that implicated the reader, myself, and anyone who encountered the poem. That fear of being forgotten became a touchpoint not just for the superhumans in the collection, but for something universally human: how value can be cruelly assigned to a life based on who remembers you, or how important you’re deemed to be in the eyes of a cultural or social group, a country, a world.

Eventually, I found a cleaner way to manage multiple speakers: assign each a primary pronoun. The Willpower Man was easy—his poems had always been in the first-person I. Since The Invincible Woman began in the second-person you, I kept her there. The Telepath was trickier; early drafts and even some published versions alternated between first and second person. It wasn’t until I knew these characters would inhabit the same book that I realized she needed a distinct pronoun to avoid confusion. I settled on the third-person she, which worked well since the book was already rich with first- and second-person voices that pulled the reader directly into the world of small lives. Any psychic distance created by third person was offset by the other perspectives—and, because she is a telepath who can inhabit other minds, that slightly more omniscient lens felt fitting.

I also included a brief “cast of characters” meta-poem to further clarify and avoid confusion, which gave me an opportunity to acknowledge the fluidity of all three pronouns, as well as the collective we and us of the first-person plural that appears throughout the collection. At times, these voices conflate reader, character, speaker, and self, sometimes intentionally contradicting each other in the ways only poetry can.


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Author socials: Website

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Posted by John Scalzi

Travel today to Portland for Rose City Comic Con, and I’m doing an experiment to see how compactly I can travel with all my tech and four days of clothes (three days of the convention, one day of travel back; obviously for the travel today I am already wearing my clothes). Before you is the current attempt: A mini travel backpack designed to fit a Mac Air plus various tech accoutrement, and a small travel bag with four days of clothes (plus an extra day of underwear and socks, because sometimes the travel gods are not kind) and a toiletry kit. The Coke can is there for scale.

It’s all very tight! We’ll see if it’s too tight. If it is I can adjust for future travel. The good news for me is that as a science fiction author attending a convention, the attire required of me is jeans and snarky t-shirts, and all of those are easy to stuff into a bag. If I were a cosplayer or a dandy, things would be more difficult. Fortunately I’m not.

In theory, if I had to, I could probably fit both of these bags into the area beneath my seat for my flight. Let’s hope it doesn’t some to that — I would prefer a little bit of legroom — but it’s nice to know if the overhead scrum didn’t go my way I would have options.

Off I go. See you in Portland.

— JS

Vehicular Cakeslaughter

Sep. 4th, 2025 01:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

Every now and then - and I'm not saying this happens often - professional bakers have a little trouble making cakes that look like...well, anything.

Perhaps hardest of all is the vehicle cake. There's just something about all those shapes and circles and squares that drives even the most hardened Shop-a-Lot Davinci to edible clip art with the watermarks still on:

Now, if only we had a picture of chocolate drizzle and sprinkles...

So let's say you want KITT from Knight Rider on your cake:

Binka binka binka binka dinka binka dinka binka...

[That was me singing the theme song. Obviously.]

Rather than attempt the entire car, your baker might try to home in on KITT's most distinguishing feature:

The ketchup-and-mustard smear under his seat.

Or how about this tractor?

At first glance, you might think this could be broken down into a simple drawing of two boxes on two wheels.

BUT YOU WOULD BE WRONG.

It's an extremely complicated design, and rendering it in icing is so unbelievably difficult that the finished product would be far beyond the bounds of mere mortal comprehension.

Yeah. Like that.

And finally, let's say your child wants a school bus cake:

(Oh, you know this is going to be good.)

You might end up with this:

It's not small. It's "fun sized!"
Wait. Can a bus be flaccid?

Thanks to Andie K., Brooke & Mike K., Lea B., & Pete H. for keeping us on track today.

*****

P.S. Did you know you can buy the entire series of Knight Rider on Blu-Ray for only $34? That's less than the DVD set!

Knight Rider, The Complete Series

I haven't see this show since I was about 10, so I'm curious if it holds up. If not, then I hope it's hilariously bad; anything in the middle is just boring. :p

*****

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When it comes to powerfully good cake, the choice is (nu)clear:

And here's some fuel for thought: this wasn't a special order. It was just out in the display case, on the off chance someone was having a nuclear power plant themed occasion worth celebrating.

HOW WELL THEY KNOW ME.

Thanks to Clare M. for the rad wreckporting.

*****

P.S. And if you like that, then I have just the punny shirt for you:

"Overreacting" Chemistry Shirt

:D

*****

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wednesday reads and things

Sep. 3rd, 2025 01:02 pm
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What I've recently finished reading:

Empire of Silence by Christopher Ruocchio went back to the library, because my hold on Summer in Orcus came in. Sorry, Chris, I might try it again sometime.

Summer in Orcus by T. Kingfisher - again a book that someone on my flist recommended. 11-year-old Summer gets whooshed to another world by Baba Yaga, supposedly to find her "heart's desire", though she isn't really sure what that is or how to get it, and oops, the world she's ended up in, Orcus, is in crisis. Other reviews compared it to Narnia (as a more-realistic version), although I didn't really see that - though that's probably because I'm not super familiar with Narnia other than having read it ages ago and mostly forgotten it, as the author's afterword actually mentions the Narnia influence. To me it felt almost like a skewed retelling of The Wizard of Oz: a girl and her pet dog (er, accompanying talking weasel?) pick up companions with issues on a road trip (following a road of a particular color!) to see a powerful being who turns out to be a lot less powerful than everyone thinks. It's even precipitated by a witch and a house! Anyway, I enjoyed it okay, though I kinda wish
spoiler the Forester (or Summer, or Baba Yaga, or even Reginald) could have actually helped the Queen-in-Chains - I felt sorry for her, trapped by a rash wish made as a teenager. Some people, like the Forester, can grow (maybe literally!) to live with their limitations. Some need help.

What I'm reading now:

I'm rereading Velocity Weapon by Megan E. O'Keefe, which was given to me by a friend years ago, and I read and enjoyed, but after trying and failing to find the sequels at my library, gave up on. Now one of my library systems has the sequels, so I am going to read them, but I figured I should first reread the first book since I've mostly forgotten it.

What I recently finished watching:

The Leopard, the Netflix miniseries, which is apparently a remake of a 1963 movie; both are based on a historical novel published (posthumously) in 1958, by Italian writer Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa. It's basically one noble family's drama around their (for the most part) inability to cope with the 1860 revolution that led to the consolidation of Italian states into the Kingdom of Italy. The family and the titular "Leopard", a minor Sicilian prince, are fictional but apparently based on Lampedusa's ancestors.

It's a costume drama with gorgeous dresses, heaving bosoms, and horses, mostly, plus a little history. It was enjoyable enough to watch, anyway, and it did inspire me to look up some of the actual history.

What I'm watching now:

Just started S2 of Wednesday! We giggled through the entire first episode.

The Big Idea: Rich Larson

Sep. 3rd, 2025 05:58 pm
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Stories are there for us through good times and bad times. They can comfort us, perplex us, or connect us. Follow along in author Rich Larson’s Big Idea for his newest book, Changelog, where he seeks to connect us all to his grandmother.

RICH LARSON:

What’s the point?

That’s the only Big Idea that comes to mind as I watch my grandma gasping in her sleep. What’s the point of writing an essay to promote a book full of stories barely anyone will read? What was the point of me writing all those stories in the first place? What’s the point of writing anything?

Changelog doesn’t matter much today, so I’ll tell you about my grandma: not the shrunken, angular version of her on the hospital bed, but the earlier iterations.

She was born in a Mennonite village in Ukraine in 1927. She survived the Holodomor, the artificial famine imposed by the USSR – this bit of history is repeating itself today, both in the Russian government’s invasion of Ukraine and the Israeli government’s starvation of Gaza.

Her sister Mary died of fever, her brother Fritz from tuberculosis of the bone. Her father was arrested for writing religious poetry, and put in a cell so crowded that if one man rolled over, everyone had to roll over. He was released when the Soviets needed more mechanics, but came back white-haired and gaunt. 

Her village was liberated by German soldiers, because things are always more complicated than we would like them to be – this is a fact she pared away when she immigrated to Canada. Her journey west was long and dangerous, full of loss and reunion and wild coincidence that would never pass in fiction. The day she mentions most often is the day she swam for her life:

She was seventeen, and a Russian officer, drunken, victorious, was picking girls from the crowd of refugees trying to cross the Elbe River. Her brother John saw a boat close to shore, and whispered for her to swim. She threw herself into the icy water; the officer staggered after her but dropped his pistol in the river. She reached the edge of the boat. Some hands pushed her away, fearing the Russians would fire on them. Stronger hands pulled her in.

A year later she came to Halifax on a cruise ship full of Displaced Persons. The train ride that followed was so long she feared it would carry her all the way around the back of the world and leave her in Siberia. She arrived in Chilliwack instead, on Christmas morning. She remembers twinkling lights and supermarket stalls overflowing with oranges.

She lived with distant relatives and set herself to learning English, falling asleep with th and wh on her tongue. She cleaned houses in Vancouver, where two old British women gave her cold mutton for lunch. Her stomach was unaccustomed, so she wrapped it in a napkin and hid it in the garbage – but then their great big dog came sniffing around, so she had to stealthily transfer it to her bag.

She became a nurse, and years later forgot her nurse’s watch at a relative’s wedding. The young crooked-faced farmer who returned it became her husband. She wrote poetry; he quoted her Shakespeare. They homesteaded twice in rural Manitoba, and paid off the farm just one year before he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. They had three children, one of whom was my mother. 

Knowing facts and anecdotes about my grandma is not the same as knowing her. Knowing her is more like this:

You stumble in from playing in the snow, and she yanks off your mittens and claps your ruddy hands to her warm cheeks and yelps in mock-pain and says oh! icicles!

You sleep over at her house and wear your dead grandpa’s pajamas, white with pale blue stripes, and she makes thin pancakes and watches Spider-Man cartoons with you.

You trek to her house in summertime and she meets you halfway, and when you arrive there’s ginger ale – she mixes hers with cranberry juice – and fresh buns, or cinnamon rolls, or the chocolate-chip brownies you now bake whenever you need to befriend new neighbors.

You have your first heartbreak, already in a different city, and she listens, then quietly asks what did she look like, because she knows that’s important, that a person is more than a name and a decision.

You stay with her for what you don’t realize is the last time, and every day you walk around the pond, using momentum – der Schwung – to get down the grassy ditch and up the other side. She teaches you Scrabble and regrets it because it’s then the only game you want to play. In the evenings you watch Jeopardy or Murder She Wrote.

You call her from dozens of different cities, and every time she says Richie! Where in the world are you now? When your mom says her memory is starting to go, you don’t believe it. Your grandma is warm and sharp and funny as ever.

You surprise her with a visit, make plans to see her the next day. When you buzz her door from outside the apartment, she says Richie! Where in the world are you now? and she is not joking. You begin to pre-mourn her.

You pre-mourn her for years, and it still rips your heart out to see her lying here. Her bed is tilted nineteen degrees. Two wild roses sit in a jar of water beside her.

That’s not knowing her either.

Her voice is faint now, and she doesn’t have her teeth in, and she slips between English, German, Plautdietsch, sometimes Ukrainian or Russian. More and more often, her eyes look confused. I try to cherish every last spark – like yesterday, when I said I wish I could see what’s going on inside your head, and she puffed a laugh and said so do I.

And I guess that’s the point.

I’ve been writing stories all my life, and they’ve served me in a variety of ways. When I was a kid, they let me escape sad rooms like this one. As I got older, they became anchors in time, each story reminding me of where I was, who I was, who I was with when I wrote it. They let me try, over and over, to understand things that will never make sense and put endings on things that don’t end.

But the biggest reason I write is this: you’ll never know my grandma, and you’ll likely never know me, but writing stories – whether hewn whole from life or filtered through imagination – feels like closing the gap just a little. I’ve always wanted so badly for someone to see what’s going on in here.


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20 Years of “Being Poor”

Sep. 3rd, 2025 02:43 pm
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I was reminded via a recent Metafilter post that this year marks the 20th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, and consequently, the 20th anniversary of me writing my “Being Poor” post about it, which was my way of answering the question, sometimes asked sincerely and sometimes less so, why some of New Orleans’ poorest citizens did not leave the city when a massive storm was bearing down on it. The piece was written in anger and sorrow and frustration, and was in many ways was a life-changing piece of writing for me. It remains one of the best things I’ve ever written.

Ten years ago I wrote a long retrospective on the piece, why I wrote it and what it’s meant to me and others. Nearly all of what I wrote there still stands, so I’m not going to repeat the content of that post here.

What I am going to add today is just the observation that the horrors that caused me to write “Being Poor” twenty years ago have not been avoided in the current day; if anything, things are now worse. Most prominently at the moment, we have a government that neither cares about the poor among us, nor is much interested in helping those of us who need help, whatever help that might be. It is an intentionally cruel and contemptuous government, which is echoed down on state and local levels in many places. It’s harder now to climb out of poverty than it was twenty years ago, and easier to slide into it.

The cruel and contemptuous, in government and out of it, will tell you that poverty is about the choices you make, and I am here to tell you, from experience, that far more than that, it is about the choices we make. We have chosen, in the aggregate, to make things difficult, well beyond that ability of most individuals in poverty to make useful choices much of the time, or to make those choices stick without luck or other outside intervention. You can’t tell people to pull themselves up by their own bootstraps when we’ve designed a world where boots cost more than what they have, are hard to find, and will fall apart when they use them. You can’t harangue them for not climbing the social ladder when the ladder we’ve provided is greased and the rungs are broken or missing. You can’t blame them for not improving their lot when we’ve given them so few tools to do so, and are working to take away what tools they manage to have. You can’t sell them the American Dream when we’ve put that dream behind a wall, for the pleasure of the few.

The cruel and contemptuous know this, and it doesn’t matter to them. At all. And they are in power.

And so, we will have more poverty and more disasters and more people wondering, some sincerely and some rather less so, why people just didn’t leave whatever it is that will need leaving. We know the answer to that. We’ve known now for decades. But we refuse to change. And so here we are, again, and still.

— JS

can't run out the clock

Sep. 2nd, 2025 09:25 pm
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I made this sheet pan pancake for dinner last night (pic) and it was good, but I don't know that I'd call it a pancake - it is much thicker and not particularly fluffy. The texture is more "cake" than "pancake". But it was good with butter and syrup and will also provide several days of breakfast so I can't complain. It's super easy to throw together, too - no buttermilk needed. The handful of strawbs I had left had gone moldy in the fridge, but I had about 3/4 cup of frozen berries left in the freezer that I folded in and also about 1/4 cup of mini chocolate chips that I sprinkled on top, so that worked out.

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First the M4 Mac Air and then the Pixel 10 Pro, because, I don’t know, we’re going from largest to smallest.

M4 Mac Air: The first thing I note is that I think I forgot how much I enjoy this particular form factor for a laptop. Don’t get me wrong, I really am happy with my MacBook Pro, but it is an actual beast of a machine, big and heavy and kind of a pain in the ass to take places. Again, I bought it more or less as a desktop replacement, so I’m not faulting it for these facts; it’s doing what I intended it to do. But it is a lug to carry, and not a computer you can comfortably one hand as you move about the house.

The Mac Air, on the other hand, I’m happily carrying around all over the place, and I’m genuinely looking forward to traveling with it when I head out to Portland this weekend and on tour later in the month. It is literally no problem just to pick up and move around. It’s a pleasure to type on (which is what it has over my iPad Pro with the Magic Keyboard), and everything else about it just works: The screen is pretty nice, it’s loud enough when I play something through its speakers, and the battery efficiency is such that I’ve been running it unplugged for a couple of days, writing, scrolling social media and watching YouTube, and haven’t gotten close to draining the thing. It’s basically a perfect portable computer, or at least a close to perfect one for me.

This is not entirely surprising as the various reviews I’ve read and watched have pretty much said the same thing; the general consensus is that for the non-power user (which is nearly everyone who is not a coder, a serious PC gamer and/or someone working with tons of video), the M4 Mac Air is probably as much computer as you need. I’m inclined to agree with this. My use case of writing, browsing and some light photoediting does not come close to maxing out the capabilities of this chip, and while I chipped out a little bit extra for more RAM and SSD space (which also got me a slightly better-specced processor), the base model with 16 gigs of RAM would not exactly be hurting doing what I’m doing, either. Spec snobs will note that the screen on the Air is not OLED and only refreshes 60 times a second (unlike iPad Pro, which has the OLED, or the screen on the MacBook Pro, which has variable refresh rates up to 120 times a second). However, having a recent Mac Pro to compare, allow me to say: I literally don’t care. The screen is perfectly good. I don’t notice the lack of OLED or high refresh rates when I’m using it, and I’m not running it next to the MacBook Pro to notice the supposed deficiency. It’s fine.

In the real world, the drawbacks I’ve noticed on this Mac Air are thus: Having both USB-C/Thunderbolt ports on the same side of the computer is a very minor annoyance, and the small size of the computer means that when I am sitting in my office Eames Chair, the cats choose to pretend they don’t see me working on the Air and want to sit in my lap. Which is cute! But makes it hard to work. I would also say, with respect to the Sky Blue color of my particular laptop, that what Marques Brownlee said about it is correct: This is homeopathic blue, like Apple made a silver laptop and then whispered “blue” to it as it was being put into its packaging. Dear Apple: Don’t be afraid of actual color.

(Oh, and: apparently this M4 is optimized for “AI” but nothing I use it for needs it to run AI, and if the computer or the programs I use offer to run AI, I usually just shut off that capability because I already have a work flow established, so, meh?)

But, yeah. Great little computer, it’s doing everything I wanted it to, and can do considerably more than that if I ever need it to. Good purchase, A+++, would buy again.

Pixel 10 Pro: So far, I’m using this almost exactly like I used the Pixel 9 Pro before it and the Pixel 8 Pro before that; honestly, on a day-to-day basis the way I know that I actually switched phones is that this new one has a slightly different color. Now, Google just downloaded Material Design 3 into my phone so all my on-screen buttons and some of my apps look different, so I guess there is that. But that doesn’t really change how I use the phone all that much.

But what about all the new “AI “stuff they packed in the latest Pixels, that are supposed to be the big market differentiators to everything else out there? I hear you ask. Well, I already talked about the most prominent example of that, being the “Pro-Res Zoom” AI which kicks in when you zoom the camera above 30x, and you may recall I was not hugely impressed with that. I am more impressed with the “AI Enhance” photo function, which does not redraw your entire photo but rather adjusts color/brightness/etc automatically. I’m not sure it really qualifies as “AI,” it’s just applying tweaks, but it’s generally pretty good at it. There’s now also a function where you can edit a picture by talking to your phone rather than moving sliders around and such; you can ask the Pixel 10 to remove someone from a photo, or brighten the sky, or, say, remove the background entirely and replace it with an “AI” generated image. The former is cool, I suppose; the latter once again gets us to the point where your photo is no longer a photo and is instead just an image based on a photo you once took. Whether this is something you want, I leave you to consider. I don’t have much use for it personally.

The other “AI” stuff I haven’t really encountered yet, mostly because none of it is really useful for someone staying at home and doing not a whole lot of nothing. I’m not speaking to people who don’t share my language, so an auto-translate that speaks a different language in a voice similar to my own is not a priority, and when I’m spending time in my home office I’m not needing my phone to surface my flight information while I’m texting. I’m traveling this week so maybe it’ll come in handy then. But right now? Yeah, it’s not doing much for me. For the moment, at least, none of the new “AI” features of the Pixel 10 Pro are ones that I have much use for.

Which is not to say I don’t like this phone. I do; as a smartphone, doing all the things I want it to do, it’s great. The cameras are very good just as cameras, the phone is snappy enough opening apps and doing the stuff I need it to do, and I still very much appreciate having the stock Android experience on the Pixel, without all the crap other manufacturers or carriers add on to their phones. Pixel still has the best iteration of Android, if you ask me.

I don’t regret getting the Pixel 10 Pro (especially as my old phone was showing real wifi connectivity issues). It’s an excellent phone I would highly recommend to any Android phone user, if they are in the market for a new phone. But if you already have a phone you’re happy with, and you’re not someone who cares about “AI” to any great extent, there’s nothing here that would make you want to exchange the phone you already have. It’s a good phone! Just not necessarily in the ways Google is selling it as.

— JS

California Sober Now on YouTube

Sep. 2nd, 2025 09:52 pm
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And what, you ask, is “California Sober”? Two things: One, it’s slang for the sort of person who doesn’t drink alcohol or use other drugs but might partake of weed. Two, it’s a comedy short written by Yamini Nambimadom and Isabella Zanobini, and directed by Juliette Strangio, that I was an executive producer for, which is now available on YouTube for general viewing. The plot: “After an unexpected drug test puts their blowoff mall jobs at risk, best friends Lola and Tyler spend an afternoon on the hunt for clean pee with the help of an eccentric crew of mall employees.” Zany!

How did I become an executive producer on this short? Basically, I gave the filmmakers money. I knew Isabella Zanobini via a production company that had optioned one of my properties; that option didn’t get off the ground but when I saw that she and her friends were crowdfunding a short, I thought it would be nice to pitch in. I had no other responsibilities on the project other than tossing some cash their way, but they were nice enough to give me an EP credit anyway. Hollywood, baby!

Whether this short leads to anything more for any of the people involved remains to be seen, but if it does, I suppose I will get the satisfaction of knowing I helped them a tiny bit along the way. In the meantime: Look! A comedy short! Enjoy.

— JS

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I knew nothing at all about Kotor and Montenegro except that they've been traded around from country to country and at last have their freedom. So it was with a fair amount of curiosity that I arrived there with Darwin next.

I woke up in the morning with the ship already in dock. Misty-topped mountains ringed a wide blue bay outside our windows. It was breathtakingly beautiful and Darwin and I stared for considerable time.

We didn't have a formal excursion booked, since we'd seen on a map that we could explore Kotor on our own. I found a tourist app call GPSmycity. It's connected to a pile of cities around the world and for each one, it offers two, three, or even a dozen walking tours. You follow the map on your phone from attraction to attraction, and when you get to it, you tap it on the map and the computer reads you a short description and history of whatever it is. It was pretty cool! I called up a tour of Kotor and gave Darwin one of my earbuds so we could both hear.

Kotor is a bit of an oddity. It was founded a gazillion years ago and was handed around to Rome, Venice, Yugoslavia, and more. Its position on in a sheltered bay off the Adriatic Sea made it a valuable shipping and trading center. It's been the central focus of countless battles and wars, right up through modern times. Not only that, the place is prone to earthquakes. Two extremely powerful quakes all but leveled Kotor in the 1600s and again in the 1970s. As a result, the city has been built and rebuilt several times using stone from flattened buildings, which means the city is a mishmash of ancient and new construction, and ancient construction used for new construction. Most of the buildings LOOK Medieval, but were actually put up in the 1800s or in the 1970s. 

Also an oddity is that although tourism is the main industry in Kotor, this is a recent development. Until the 2010s (I think), Kotor wasn't on anyone's tourism radar. But cruise ships are eternally looking for new ports, especially since Venice closed itself to cruise ships, and they settled on Kotor. Now Kotor gets a daily does of cruise ship tourists. It revitalized the town's economy and turned it around.

Finally, a major attraction is the wall. A big chunk of the original city wall has survived, as has a fort halfway up the mountain behind Kotor. Famously, there are 1,280 steps up to the fortress.

All of this means that Kotor is, like I've observed elsewhere, something like Mackinac Island. They work to preserve the "old" look of the walled city. The original streets are still there, a winding, delightful tangle of them. There are lots and lots of shops that are designed to appeal to tourists, and about a billion restaurants that, as on Mykonos, mostly seat people outside under shady canopies. There are also some famous landmarks, like St. Typhon's church, which has two towers, both of which were leveled in the 70s and rebuilt; St. Luke's church, which is very small (the size of a nice cottage) and left undamaged from earthquakes, as a result; and the cats, of which more in a moment.

We visited both the churches. St. Typhon's church is a working church on the first floor, but you can walk up a stone staircase to the second and third floors and see the museum. The museum houses a huge collection of church artifacts, from icons to chasubles to relics. Oh, do they have relics! Relics from dozens of saints from all over Europe. Most of them are bits of bone put in containers shaped like a bust, or encased in glass and set into the chest of a wooden figurine of the saint. The head of St. Nicholas is in the main church downstairs. Some of the reliquaries are shaped like the body part the bone came from--an arm, a hand, a leg with foot. It's kind of gross, if you think about it! You can climb halfway up the bell tower and get the view, which was fantastic. 

St. Luke's church is more modest, though the altar is very elaborate. Also, the floor is made of tombstones. They're numbered in Roman numerals 1-19 and have no other inscription. At one time, parishioners were buried under the chapel. The more money you had, the closer to the altar you were buried. There are supposed to be hundreds of people buried there. I assume it's just their bones. Right? Hmmm...

We also walked a big section of the wall, on top. More fantastic views. The cloud-topped mountains, the blue bay, the boats in the harbor. You can't take a bad photo in this place!

For lunch, we chose a restaurant at random, and I elected to try the local version of sausage. (I don't remember its name.) The waiter seemed pleased that I had chosen it, and it was extremely good. 

While I was eating, a black cat jumped up into the chair next to me. He was very friendly. Cats are a major thing in Kotor. Most Mediterranean towns and ruins have a feral cat population, actually, but Kotor also has The Cat Museum. The museum was started as a little thing, and it struggled--until the cruise ships started showing up. Now it's a thing of its own. The museum heads up a charity that helps the cats, which made them both into a part of Kotor's appeal.

Anyway, I fed the cat a few tidbits, which is gobbled down. It then curled up against my backpack on the chair and settled in. He knows how to work it!

The next day, we woke up in Kerkira. This happens a lot on cruises--you go to bed with one view and wake up to another. This is because the ship travels all night, thanks to modern navigation tech. (The ancient Romans would be envious--no crashing into rocks or shorelines because you can't see them.) It's a little unsettling, really. You expect the scenery outside your window to change only with the seasons, not your location.

We'd already visited Kerkira, and it's a lot of work to get into the city (you have to walk most of a kilometer just to get to the port authority, and from there you have to walk even more to get to the edge of town). We decided we weren't up for it and spent a lazy day on the ship.


The Big Idea: Charlie N. Holmberg

Sep. 2nd, 2025 05:17 pm
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

Sometimes, books require a lot of planning and outlining, and sometimes you just need to start and it ends up revealing itself along the way. Such was the case for author Charlie N. Holmberg, much to her type-A dismay. Follow along in her Big Idea to see how she skipped the outline entirely for her newest novel, The Shattered King.

CHARLIE N. HOLMBERG:

I literally wrote the book on magic systems.

Okay, I wrote a book on magic systems. Charlie N. Holmberg’s Book of Magic, to be precise.

But this isn’t about that book. It’s about the book that came from that book.

Almost all my novels start with a magic system. Some element, some power, some spark from which plot, character, and setting bloom. I wanted to guide others in finding this spark, so in this Book of Magic, I included a handful of appendices to help people jumpstart their magic systems. One of these appendices is a list of commonly used magic systems in fantasy novels. This list allows the writer to do one of three things: 1) use one of these systems to keep their learning curve shallow, 2) avoid these systems to find something more original, or 3) take one of these systems and put their own spin on it (you know, like Stephanie Meyer did with Twilight).

I was mulling over this while playing Final Fantasy XVI with my husband and thought, okay, Charlie, take your own advice. How would you make something incredibly common new and exciting? 

I picked healing from the list. Started playing around with it.

And then I sparked.

What if healing wasn’t done directly to the body, but via a representation of the body? In some sort of dreamlike, liminal space created by magic and accessed only by those who could wield it. Like a dream, this liminal space could take on all sorts of visuals: a painting, a garden, a castle wall. Any sickness or injury would appear as something off or broken—tears in canvas, wilting flowers, cracks in stones. I call this space a “lumis” (because it sounds pretty), and no two are exactly alike.

Cue the video game I’m playing, Final Fantasy XVI. I really liked one of the main characters: Joshua. Joshua, a prince, was born powerful, but also sickly, and nothing seemed to be able to heal him. So what does a monarchy do when none of their doctors can’t heal one of their own? They force the task upon the magical peasants, of course.

And that is where The Shattered King starts. Against the backdrop of war, a healer is forced to leave her family and journey across the country to the capital to try her hand at healing the unhealable prince. She has every intention of failing. The sooner she disappoints the nobility, the sooner she can go home.

But what Nym Tallowax considers to be low-effort magic ends up doing more for Prince Renn than any healer before her. Now if she wants to go home, she’ll have to cure the ailing prince first.

But for whatever reason, Prince Renn’s lumis refuses to be healed.

This idea really took me by the horns—so much so that I started writing it before I had an outline. I’m a type-A personality. All my novels have notebooks, storyboards, and thorough outlines. But the need to make this one happen usurped everything else. 

It made me [insert choking noise] discovery write

I started it in the middle of a family vacation and finished it in fifteen days, an all-time record for me. For kicks and giggles, I asked my editor if she wanted to see it (and let’s be honest, this was mostly because I wanted a reason for her to pay attention to me). Shortly after, my publisher informed me that they wanted to completely rearrange my release schedule to put this book first. Whatever spell this story put me under apparently worked some sort of magic on them, too. And while I know there’s a few readers out there who are getting tired of the romantasy trend, romantic fantasy is my JAM, and I’m happy to butter readers’ biscuits with a little bit of my own.


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It's Baaaa-aaaack

Sep. 2nd, 2025 01:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

Yesterday I sensed a great celebration in the Force. As if a billion stay-at-home parents suddenly cried out, and then poured themselves a margarita.

Oh, is school back in session?

 Thaaaat explains it.

 

Plus, now I know why I've been seeing cakes with random office supplies thrown on them:

Oh! And what "TOSCHOL" is!

That black square with the red squiggle, however, remains a mystery.

 

Now, kids, I know it may not seem like it now, but going to school really is a good thing.

For your parents, I mean. Sucks to be you!! Haha!

Ahem.

I'm sorry.

What I meant was, education is an important, vital aspect of your development, and the places we go to receive our education should be treated with the proper respect.

Now, is it easy? Of course not! After all, these places will make you [shudder] "Back ---- To The Books (Study)":

You have no idea how much I'd like to scratch out "books" and write in "Future." Then I'd replace "study" with "McFly."

Oooh, cake graffiti! Why hasn't this been done before??

[NOTE: I here at Cake Wrecks do not endorse, condone, or solicit illegal cake defacing.]

[Unless you're paid to do it.]

[Glad we cleared that up.]

['Nother Note: I'd give you $5. Just sayin'.]

Look, bottom line:

Totally.

So run along and have fun, dears! I think today I'll sit around and play Overwatch while eating Marshmallow fluff straight out of the jar. Degree-holding adult, right here! Stay in shool!

 

Thanks to Wendy F., Doug, Marissa S., Megan C., Kristin J., and Allison V. for the education.

*****

P.S. Tell me mine isn't the only brain that went straight to this after that last cake:

School House Rock! 30th Anniversary DVD

Aw yeah, catchy songs AND educational. Good stuff.

*****

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Posted by John Scalzi

Meet (again) Saja. The name is Korean for “lion,” and also, of course, fans of K-Pop Demon Hunters will catch the reference to Saja Boys, the demonic-but-terribly-cute boy band from the film who sing fizzy ditties about wanting to consume your soul:

In this regard the name is doubly fitting because a few days ago, when we decided to keep the kitten, I spontaneously started singing to him, to the tune of “Soda Pop”: You’re my little kitty/So furry and so pretty/You’re my fuzzy butt/My little fuzzy butt! So perhaps it was just fate.

The name was suggested in yesterday’s comment thread by “godotislate,” so thank you for that, G, you did us a solid. Now our cat has a name!

— JS

HAPPY LABOR DAY!

Sep. 1st, 2025 01:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

Just remember, too much of this

Can lead to this:

 
 

So please,

decorate responsibly.

 

Thanks to Alex D., Shylah E., & Jessica for the reminder.

*****

P.S. This isn't going to help, but it's too perfect:

Golden Girls Shot Glasses/Drinking Game

Each glass has instructions on the back telling you when to drink, like "when Blanche mentions 'Big Daddy'" or "when Sophia tells you to picture Sicily." Bahaha!
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So, we kept the black kitten.

I want to stress this was not the plan all along. I did in fact have a new home scheduled for this kitten, but then, more or less at the last minute, the people at the new home had a change in circumstances that made receiving a new kitten not possible. Which is fine, sometimes that happens. This gave Athena, who had been angling to keep the black kitten, another chance to plead her case, and by this time both Krissy and I had spent enough time with him to warm to the idea. So the original kitten recipient’s unfortunate loss is our now our gain.

We did, of course, have some concern as to how the other pets might receive to the new kitten, and the short answer is, it’s been mixed, but not disastrously so. Charlie loves and is obsessed with the kitten and follows it wherever it goes, and fortunately the new kitten seems to like Charlie. Smudge was like “oh, I guess there’s a new kitten now,” and doesn’t seem to be overly bothered.

Sugar and Spice, on the other hand, are unpleased:

However, so far their response has been to avoid the new kitten when possible rather than to attempt to murder it, and there already have been instances of the new kitten napping in the same room as one or the other of these two without bloodshed. I so suspect that, as with the arrival of Smudge a few years back, there will be a week or two of adjustment to the new kitten being all up in their space, and then a new “normal” where everyone has their new general territories and life goes on. We’ve had four cats before, and these three cats were part of that living arrangement. I suspect they’ll get used to it again, and quickly.

It’s helpful that the kitten is exceedingly well-tempered, at least so far. He’s not a jerk to the other cats, nor is he afraid of them or of Charlie. He’s very affectionate and curious when it comes to the humans, and overall seems pretty comfortable with his surroundings. He acts like this has always been his home, which is reassuring. He’s still a kitten, mind you, which means getting into a little bit of trouble and being inconveniently underfoot and so on, all the usual kitten stuff. But that’s what makes kittens adorable, and everything suggests that when he’s not a kitten anymore he’ll be an excellent cat.

What we don’t have yet is an official name for the kitten. Earlier, Athena suggested “Shoyu,” which is a type of soy sauce (the kitten’s black fur has a brown sheen in strong light), but it’s not sticking. I’ve offered up “Śuri,” which is an Etruscan volcano god, whose name derives from the Etruscan word for “black,” but this may be too esoteric. I think what we may end up doing is just letting the kitten be around and seeing what name fits him. I will say that I’ve been taking to calling him “Fuzz Butt” as a shorthand, and while I don’t think that’s going to end up being his official name, it’s useful on a temporary basis, and also, entirely truthful. Some official name will present itself in time. Yes, you are allowed to offer suggestions in the comments. Please note we may ignore them entirely. But I know that won’t stop you.

So, please welcome this new kitten, He Who Is Temporarily and Unofficially Known as “Fuzz Butt,” to the Scalzi household, and also as the newest official Scamperbeast. He’s a delight and we look forward to lots of adventures with him. He is an accidental kitten, but then, “accidental kittens” is what we specialize in around here. Our cats have a history of just showing up. We wouldn’t have it any other way.

— JS

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