"Russian scientists say they made a “unique” discovery while analyzing samples from the exterior of the International Space Station – traces of tiny sea creatures on the station’s windows and walls. It remains unclear how marine plankton ended up in space."
Since I first wrote this story of me, my mother and Elvis for selfishly cathartic reasons in 2002, I have been posting it ever year on the anniversary of Elvis’s death. It’s an apology of sorts, repeated over and over like a Hail Mary penance. Forgive me mother, for I have sinned…
Ooh, I have one too! (A little less heavy.)
My Mom and my Gran Gran and I were in the car, coming back from the mall. The radio was on. They interrupted with the news. Seven year old me blurts out, “Good, I never liked him.”
“Commander Vimes didn’t like the phrase ‘The innocent have nothing to fear’, believing the innocent had everything to fear, mostly from the guilty but in the longer term even more from those who say things like ‘The innocent have nothing to fear’.”—Terry Pratchett, Snuff (via ameliaswearheart)
Over the past few days I’ve seen a lot of confusion about the geography and municipal structure of Ferguson and St. Louis, so I just want to offer a quick rundown of the region and make some distinctions that often elude not only national media but frankly many St. Louis residents as well….
*I knew the guy was a dark fantasy novelist, but that is truly an impressive imaginative stretch. The plane took off from Amsterdam full of zombies, somehow? The rotting corpses got past security, and all that?
*I’m a science fiction writer myself and I hate to spoil a good yarn by a fellow…