I'm a crafter, not a collector. I buy yarn, I make it up and I sell it on Etsy. I can spend $2 on yarn and sell the final product for $15. I do this because I love it and making things with my hands keeps me sane.

My father took me to see Star Wars. And the Star Trek movies. And Indiana Jones. He still thinks he can grow up to be Harrison Ford if he keeps trying. (There's a passing resemblance)

This is definitely an application of Scalzi's Corollary to Yog's Law.

I've slowly learned to leave books half read or movies half-watched. I had to send The Inspector General back, having watched only 5 minutes. It was uncaptioned and they talked too fast for me to follow, without blaring it to theater level decibels. (hard of hearing)

A friend of mine writes very good zombie books. Her comment is "A zombie apocalypse is all about reducing our very complicated lives to the baseline needs. My cellphone bill, my student loans, that deadline looming over me, it's all irrelevant now. It doesn't matter if I can't program my microwave or washing machine,…

Others have said apocalypse and dystropias are different. I totally agree. If I wipe out 95% of humanity in one fell swoop, and the rest start trying to rebuild from that, it's apocalyptic. (It turned into Sons of Anarchy re-enact The Postman)

I am an author who does between six and fourteen conventions a year as a guest (depends on my release schedule and my travel finances). I see this crap all the time. Especially the concern trolling.

Longer. Biblical apocrypha has everything we consider fanfiction today: childhood narratives, backstories, alternate points of view, alternate endings.

When I was working manual labor (unloading trucks in Arkansas heat), I shaved. It helped the deodorant adhere to my skin better and meant the difference between a sweaty patch under my arm and a sweaty patch clear down my side, including my bra band, which chafed when wet.

Flylady is brilliant. And she applies everywhere. I often take the Flylady approach to writing: You can do anything for 15 minutes.

Tremendously overhyped. Amazing effects, especially for the era, and they hold up. I always wondered if it would be more interesting to watch while stoned.

Not from this quarter. I have tried reading Phillip K Dick, novels and short stories. I have tried watching the movie. It is boring. Boring boring boring. Great visuals, but I have fallen asleep twice during it, a record not yet broken by any other movie.

It struck me as Anti-Occupy propaganda. I enjoyed the story until the message hit me.

I have a basic Midwestern/Midland accent, but sound just a little more Iowa and Nebraska than my south-of-Kansas City small town. I have a heavy television overlay with Canadian elements because I watched a lot of Star Trek, Lost in Space and Wild Wild West.

My mom was meh on SF, but she loved horror movies. She introduced me to Dracula and Godzilla and Frankenstein and the Creature from the Black Lagoon before I was in Kindergarten. We watched Dr Who together on PBS late Saturday nights, Drs 4 and 5. (she's amused that the kids are into Who and that I'm knitting The…

On the other hand, if you swipe down their sunburns with it, I find the kids don't mind.

Cake pans are a perfect place to put decapitated heads, under specific circumstances. Mixing bowls are good, for when you need serious amounts of the solution. But a cake pan can be easily covered with plastic wrap and your head wired to a computer so they can talk to you.

I want to make one of these! I want to wear one of these! I need this!

Oh good, I can put on my best Katherine Hepburn routine...

I'm a casual couponer.