2020 SAL Finished!

I final­ly fin­ished the 2020 Pep­per­mint Pur­ple Stitch-a-long!

2020 Peppermint Purple Stitch-a-long
2020 Pep­per­mint Pur­ple Stitch-a-long

I want­ed to start the 2021 SAL right away but real­ized that the fab­ric I was sent was­n’t what I ordered. I ordered 32-count white Lugana to match this one and received 28-count. So now I’m wait­ing for a new order of fab­ric (I fig­ure I’ll even­tu­al­ly use the 28-count anyway).

Review: We Are Meridians by S. Ghali

My rat­ing: 2 of 5 stars

There I was, mer­ri­ly read­ing along in this sci­ence fic­tion book. Then WHAM, S. Ghali ruined it com­plete­ly. How? They depict­ed the main female char­ac­ter as hav­ing an irre­sistible attrac­tion to the alien who was her ene­my min­utes before, a mem­ber of a race she’s been raised to con­sid­er low­er than ani­mals. Of course, she does­n’t under­stand what she’s feel­ing, and I imag­ine she’ll fight it to some extent, but that was it for me. 

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Review: Sucker Punch by Laurell K. Hamilton

Sucker Punch (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter #27)Suck­er Punch by Lau­rell K. Hamilton
My rat­ing: 3 of 5 stars

Bor­ing! If I had­n’t been hav­ing trou­ble find­ing enough to read, I would­n’t have fin­ished it. I thought there was too much talk­ing in Ser­pen­tine, but this vol­ume takes the cake. While Ani­ta is osten­si­bly in a small Michi­gan town because a the­ri­anthrope has been accused of a mur­der, the book main­ly serves as a vehi­cle for inter­ac­tions between her and Olaf. The end­ing is anti-cli­mac­tic and the vast amounts of dia­logue don’t move the plot along in the least.

Hap­pi­ly, there isn’t even one sex scene in this one. I fig­ure Hamil­ton must be respond­ing to the hordes of peo­ple who stopped read­ing because there was so much explic­it sex in the ear­li­er books.

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Poetry: Against Entropy

By John M. Ford

The worm dri­ves heli­cal­ly through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table inte­gral and good;
And sud­den­ly the crys­tal hits the floor.
Elec­trons find their paths in sub­tle ways,
A mass­less eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of oth­er days;
Per­haps you will not miss them. That ís the joke.
The uni­verse winds down. That ís how it ís made.
But mem­o­ry is every­thing to lose;
Although some of the col­ors have to fade,
Do not believe you’ll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by def­i­n­i­tion, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear wit­ness. Iterate.

More Changes to the Site

Okay, I’ve fin­ished mov­ing the mate­r­i­al from my cross-stitch pat­tern, home edu­ca­tion, rela­tion­ships and com­mu­ni­ty, and fibromyal­gia sites. Woof! Now I just have this site, my port­fo­lio site and Rick­’s stub of a site to maintain. 

I had a new theme that I real­ly liked for this site, but Google’s search con­sole threw a fit about click­able items being too close togeth­er for it to work well on mobile devices, so now there’s a dif­fer­ent theme. For now. I’m not too hap­py with the mobile nav­i­ga­tion menu on this theme, because it throws all the pages in one long list instead of show­ing just the top pages. I’ll deal with it ’til I find some­thing bet­ter, though.

I’ve made a lit­tle progress in get­ting more quotes into the data­base, but it will prob­a­bly take years to get that back to where it was.