Author: <span>Jyllian M</span>

Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat.

What happens after? I recall wondering if, when you were dying, if you knew you were dying, or if some kind of benevolent mental paralysis set in and held you in a golden place as you took your last breath. In the moment of death,were you still there or already …

A little of this and more of that

It looks as if the supplements are working. So far. Does that mean we’re now ready to begin trying again? November is not a good month for that, just like June/July isn’t a good time. Too many memories. I wonder if those months will ever pass without me thinking about …

The sword of almost everything.

The Bean got our her tinkertoys to build swords. OK, we go to Ren Faire and have since she was 2. And yes she does have a character on a carefully watched and edited version of world of warcraft (the alliance, not the horde) ~a pastime she enjoys with her …

Food Glorious Food

In which our intrepid reporter discusses, Fangsgiving, the hotness of Tony Bourdain and whether or not RRay is the Antichrist: Fangsgiving sickness 2007 progresses. I’ve got a slight fever, stuffed up nose and a sore throat. I’m tired, tired, tired. I’ve take so much zinc I might have galvanized my …

Deja Vu

This is really quite unsettling. James has a migraine, as he did last year. The Bean is sick, as she was last year. I am threatening a cold. Just as last year. I host Fangsgiving, just as last year. A year ago, right around this time I got pregnant. Then …

Velvet and Denim

I’ll never understand how they do it. There’s a way they all kind of look. Their hair a certain set of styles. Their jeans a certain type–not too wide, not too low, not too tight. They don’t have ragged cuticles and probably get their nails done weekly. They have bodies …

The House on Haunted Hill 2007

Our Halloween decorations for this year. Please to ignore the date on the pictures, that should be 10/30 or 11/03 or something. I’m not taking pictures in the future of decorations already taken down. “The Guy,” as the Bean calls him, lit by green and hanging dead and ghoulish in …

The Blahs

I promised myself when I actively started working on my writer’s block (that’s what I’m using nablopomo for) that each night I would sit down and just write what popped into my head. That if it was long, and I do tend to be long winded, it would be long. …

Ether Friends

I’ve had a lot of feelings about the internet over the years. Excitement when I first got on in the mid 80s. A thrill that what I’d done on my Commodore 64 had turned into something that connected the entire world. The internet was utterly text based when I started …

Stick a fork in me

Did this time change mess everyone up more this time? It did us. I suppose the er, four illnesses didn’t help matters. But seriously, all we’ve wanted to do the last two weeks has been sleep, like immediately after dinner. It’s dark so suddenly at five now that it seems …

And another thing

Oh this has been another difficult day. There have been a number of them. They aren’t difficult in the great scheme of things or even in comparison to some of the stuff that’s happened this last year, but uncomfortable, like having a small case of poison ivy when you aren’t …

The day almost nothing happened.

So I guess it’s time to start typing and see what springs into my brain. If anything. I’ve had a sick beanlet–green green stinky diarrhea. I think it’s from the dye (or food coloring or?) used in a lollipop she had in Eureka (a frosting black cat on the front) …

The Soundtrack of Childhood

Not much of a thought tonight because the Bean has come down with a very sad stomach ache. The kind which makes what comes out of her very surprising and upsetting. The kind that requires two baths. I’ve been singing songs and rocking her then laying down with her and …

Panzerkunst

That’s what James calls mittelschmerz. Of which I have a bad case today. And it’s a mixed blessing, this pain in my right side. At least I know something is going on. That is a good sign. But it also scares me and forces our hand. We do want another …