Cool. Neil Gaiman was asked to sing the creepy rat song from Coraline at a signing, and he did.
I wish I’d been there. The creepy rat song is just, well, creepy.
Cool. Neil Gaiman was asked to sing the creepy rat song from Coraline at a signing, and he did.
I wish I’d been there. The creepy rat song is just, well, creepy.
Another friend has launched a web site! This one is called Dance on the Sidewalk, and showcases Tara’s wonderful line of what she calls functional art: hand-decorated furniture and trompe-l’oeuil work.
The best part about it? There are little owlies everywhere. Anyone who uses owlies on their business cards is automatically inducted into the newly-formed Owldaughter Guild (the inner workings of which I’ll figure out someday later). Muah-hah-hah!
See, it’s times like this, when it’s quarter to one in the morning (oh, lord), when I wish that I had one of those silent Yamaha electric cellos, so I could plug in a set of earphones and practice without waking anyone up.

Two AA batteries not included, of course. And you have to supply your own headphones. But I’d never have to worry about people kicking my cello on the bus again, or fielding dumb comments about the big guitar that I’m carrying, now, would I.
Carrying an amp around with me might be problematic, though. I already have enough trouble with the full-size classic acoustic cello and a music stand.
The Brunching Shuttlecocks may have slowed down a bit, but damn, this is funny:
The Apathetic Online Journal Entry Generator
Why use up precious time thinking of witty things to type into your web log? Use this handy-dandy entry generator to…
Wait a minute. Don’t most of us use these things as work-avoidance tactics? We turn to them with the intent to waste time.
Well, well – look who I found tucked away in a comment? Seems as if someone else has fallen victim to the weblog bug.
Bunny Burrow: More Trees, Less War.
And she thought no one would read it. Surprise!
I’m collecting information on the books that are coming out within the next few months within one of my fields of specialisation, and at Amazon I made a sickening discovery.
Out of all the decent books out there on witchcraft and the occult, I am horrified — no, that’s not quite right; shocked? dismayed? spitting mad? — that the top-selling book in that category is The Book of Shadows: The Unofficial Charmed Companion.
So help me Gods.
You know, in every interview I do, I’m asked my opinion on shows like Charmed and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. My response? “Hey, I’m a huge Buffy fan. But Willow’s not Wiccan, and what she does isn’t real magic.” If they press me about Charmed, I usually say something about Wicca 90210 and heavily stress the 90210 part, because Charmed has even less Wicca in it than Buffy does.
These shows, and films like The Craft and Practical Magic, are double-edged blades. On one hand, they introduce a whole new crop of people to the idea that people who practice a discipline like magic aren’t, by definition, automatically evil, which is great. On the other hand, they’re an incredibly inaccurate portrayal of the path. Wicca’s about spirituality and responsibility, not spells, demons, and warlocks (don’t even get me started on that inaccuracy).
This is why I still do interviews with students, for newspapers and on radio, and why I continually write articles. I’m trying to raise the general level of awareness out there. And most of the time, people walk away with a better idea of what it’s all about. Sometimes, though, you just can’t get through to them, and they walk away determined to find “a real witch” who will teach them how to change their hair colour without the aid of L’Oreal.
It’s not easy. I’ve chosen to teach and educate on this path, though, and if this is how I’m being called to serve, then this is what I’ll keep on doing. However, if you ever feel inspired to do a bit of reading on Wicca, please, please ignore the sales ranks at Amazon. Read anything by Doreen Valiente, and Vivianne Crowley, and Gerald Gardner. Or read something like Essential Wicca by Paul Tuitlean and Estelle Daniels, or Scott Cunningham’s Wicca- A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner. But for the sake of all that’s intelligent, stay away from books that purport to be about spirituality and use pop TV shows as source material.
My skin feels all crawly. I’m going to go make more tea.
Apparently New York City has passed a law that bans the use of cell phones in public places like museums, librairies, movie theatres and concert halls. If you’re caught, there’s a $50 fine to pay.
Okay. It might seem a bit silly, but maybe, just maybe, it might teach people some manners.