I’ll wager that sixty years ago, give or take a decade, this exact situation played-out with a kid named Vladislav.

I think some people get sexual pleasure from judging others. Years ago, when I first saw Dr Phil, I realized “This show just has dimwits as guests so that the people at home can feel superior to them.”

Hell hath no fury like the uninvolved.

It's good for people to keep in mind that there are also fewer markets these days to hone your craft in. The pulp-era is long gone. The traditional publishing model looks a lot like a shrinking oasis in a savannah, and if your story isn't a lion, it ain't gonna drink.

I saw the same thing, dude.

No word of a lie, you did this before I could. That is EXACTLY what came into my mind when I saw that picture! Did you wear out your VHS version of this movie as a kid like I did?

How much is too much? Well, I wrote a very short, very sexy, very high-brow-prose Regency-era Pride and Prejudice fanfiction once with a twist ending that had people on fanfic.net begging me to take it down. (3000 words, if you’re interested)

It’s people like you who when being sent to the electric chair, order two pounds of unpopped popcorn for their last meal.

Read my responses to others. I understand now.

Why can’t more churches be run by Rachel Dratch? :(

I’ve neglected it too at times, but I’ve come back to it recently. I bookmarked SFEditor picks just in case anything warrants a closer look. Finally, Twitter has a purpose beyond hearing that one’s cousin ate raisin toast this morning.

I wonder if there is some tanned, leathery man sipping a martini at some trendy club on Melrose introducing himself to every lady like: “Nice to meet you, I’m so-and-so, gynecologist TO THE STARS!”

In an age where anyone’s story can be plastered onto the Internet, editors are so vitally important. That’s why I love anthologies featuring an editor with a practiced hand. I don't have the time to separate the wheat from the chaff, so if something has been through the filters of multiple editors, I don't feel bad…

In Streets of Fire, Amy Madigan plays a tough-talking, ex-military lesbian who helps rescue Diane Lane’s character. Was supposed to be a dude, but one of the producers, in a rare instance of a producer adding something worthwhile to something artistic, switched it to a female role. Definitely made the movie better.

Yeah, the minister didn't seem pissed. He was as embarrassed as the rest of us.

Go for it, man. I’ve read some great stories. It's totally worth it.

A few years back, a fantasy novelist I adore asked people to try subscribing to a fiction magazine in order to support the market. She talked about how important it was for authors to have a place to get credibility with audiences, and publishing credentials for when they want to eventually land an agent. She also…

These Spartans right here from the old onion article are to be feared:

These Spartans? From the famous Onion Point/Counterpoint?