Do you know what today is? BACONFEST DAY.
And you know what that means. Well, Hugh Jackman, at least, knows what that means:
Don’t mind me, I’ll be watching this in a loop all. day. long.
Author: Shane
Good Fairies
You may remember that I blogged about the “mischievous fairies” game a few years ago (wow, has it really been 3 years?). More recently, Ollie and Evie have been keeping the game alive and well, attempting to sneak out at night and smother us whilst we slept perpetrate low-grade mischief.
The mischief has been increasingly mischievous, bordering on downright naughtiness. I think Evelyn, at least, has picked up on the fact that we have not been very pleased to wake up to a huge mess, even if it is accompanied by cute little notes.
Lately, however, there has been a new twist on the old game. Saturday and Sunday morning we were visited by GOOD fairies:
Rather than causing trouble, the good fairies are helpful. They clean up their rooms. They put away all the laundry. They even did the dishes.
It is very sweet, and MUCH nicer than the mischievous fairies. However, Sara and I mostly just quake in our beds wondering what in the world all the racket is, and how long it will take us to recover from all the “help”.
The good fairies are *very* well intentioned. See? They even put away dishes:
Encore Performance
After our first smash hit, Evelyn and I perform an encore performance: piano and accordion duet #2:
(Once again directed by Oliver, the finest 5 year old director money can buy.)
Lullabies for a Clockwork Child
Just over a year ago, I sold a story to Pseudopod, the weekly horror podcast. And now, it’s finally up!
I want to stress that this is a horror story, in a horror podcast. As the host, Alasdair, is fond of saying: horror fiction is specifically designed to make you feel uncomfortable. If you don’t like that feeling, perhaps skip listening to this one and wait until my next sale comes around.
If you would prefer to listen to only my story (and honestly, my story is not that frightening; only 4 or 5 people killed, max! I promise!) you can skip to around the 22 minute mark. But I warn you, the story immediately after mine will make you squirm in absolutely every sense of that word.
So, warnings out of the way, sit back and enjoy a story about how love can make you blind, how you always want the best for your children, and why you should never, never wind that mainspring.
Quote Monday just doesn’t know
Me: “Well, it must have been an awfully nice person who drove out in the dark, after you were asleep and picked that up from the library.”
Evie: “Or animal.”
Me: “…”
Evie: “Well, we don’t know, we didn’t see the person.”
Evie: “When I grow up, I’m going to be rich. I’m going to have a chandelier and a piano and an iPad.”
Me: “How are you going to get all of this money?”
Evie: “Well, I’ll keep my eyes on the ground and find it.”
Me: “Why are you saying all these things?”
Evie: “Because…I have words in my mouth and I need to get them out?”
Shane Halbach 