Saturday, July 22, 2017


no-bake cheesecake


3 ounces of lemon flavored gelatin
1 cup boiling water
8 ounces of cream cheese
half cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
one tall can MILNOT (13 ounces) with
3 cups graham cracker crumbs
half cup butter or margarine, melted


Dissolve gelatin in boiling water. Chill until slightly thickened. Cream together cheese, sugar and vanilla; add gelatin and blend well. Fold in stiffly whipped MILNOT. (This can be done with electric mixer.) Mix graham cracker crumbs and melted butter together; pack two thirds of mixture on bottom and sides of 9 x 13 x 2 inch pan (or larger). Add filling and sprinkle with remaining crumbs. Chill several hours. Cut into squares and serve plain or garnished with fruit.


planning a meal
wondering which of you foods
stabbed me in the heart


Menage à Trois

"I am sick and tired," Soeren shouted, "of your damn dead sister watching us screw!"

Lorna wriggled, and smiled awkwardly. "But she's my twin. We always do everything together. Remember, when she was still alive...?" She caught Soeren's wrist and tried to pull him down, but he jerked his arm away. Then he scrambled off the bed and stomped out of the room. Lorna scowled at Laura, who appeared to be masturbating about 3 feet in the air in front of the closet. Ectoplasm was so close to transparent that details were very hard to see. Laura seemed to smile and shrugged.

"Don't give me that," Lorna hissed, jumping out of bed and pulling on a T-shirt to confront her sister's shade. "I shared him with you when you were alive, but he's mine now."

Laura stood up and rubbed her insubstantial hands slowly down her flanks. Then her expression changed, and she rushed at Lorna with arms outstretched and mouth open wide. Lorna felt a sudden chill and whirled around, but Laura was nowhere to be seen.

Lorna caught up with Soeren at the library. "What about here?" she whispered, "I don't think she can find us here." Over Soeren's shoulder she saw a black-clad librarian frowning at her and holding a finger to her lips.

"Are you crazy!?" he whispered back, "we can't be quiet enough. What about the park?"

Lorna sighed. "I don't know if that will work either." Laura was perched on top of one of the old card files, waving at her.

Sure enough, wherever they found for sex, Laura was there. Soeren just could not keep his mind on task, with his girlfriend's dead twin looking on.

"I just don't get it," Lorna said. "You were eager to have us together when we were both alive."

"That was different. She was thinking about sex, then. Now she almost seems to be trying to tell me something."

Lorna could not wait for an opportunity to confront Laura alone. "You want him to think I killed you," she whispered. "I can't believe you would do that to me!

"Anyway, bungee jumping was YOUR idea. You made a big deal about which bungee you got...omg! That was meant for ME and you screwed up.

"Were you that jealous?"

Publ. Daily Cabal 2007

Friday, July 21, 2017


Marcie's Day

Only the bulkhead now between Marcie and what remained of the rest of the crew, which had expanded to fill three quarters of the ship, and it oozing under doors, through vents, and through the tiniest holes.

Seventeen people she'd worked with for months, amalgamated as a malignant mass, a composite entity retaining no visible trace of humanity, its exterior a palimpsest of colors that shifted and transformed ceaselessly: vermilion, gold, a myriad shades of green and blue.

Why had Lon drunk the liquid they'd found in the stoppered flask? Yes, the characters they'd decoded had referred to a miracle cure, yes, he was facing a painful death from the infection he'd picked up on the abandoned station and yes, Federation medicine could do nothing for him, so perhaps he'd thought he had nothing to lose. Well.

The bulkhead creaked, forcing her back to the present, as a voice vibrated through the decking, calling her name.


She wrung her hands, stared wildly around the hold. Spacesuits: no; escape pod: ditto. She had nothing to work with, nothing, nada, zilch, etc. Suddenly her eye was drawn to the probability generator. How could she have forgotten? Dangerous, yes, but she'd nothing to lose either. She raced to the machine, removed the lock they had bolted down over the control panel. The bulkhead screamed and polychromatic gel flowed out around it and dripped in globs onto the floor. The scent of lemons mingled with chocolate (or was it burnt roast?). She grabbed the probability dial and gave it a strong twist. Wheels spun and clacked, lights flashed, and peripheral vision overwhelmed her sight. It was more distracting than being blind. She couldn't actually see anything, but she couldn't ignore anything either.

A moment later she could see again. She could see, but for some reason, she could not take a step. She looked down, then, at the glistening multicolored sausage that had been her legs; at the squirming polyps that were ballooning from her flesh like chewing gum bubbles, separating, and drifting away, tendrils waving au revoir, on the stiffening breeze; and at the roots that her fused limbs were sending out through the quivering ground at ever-increasing speed. She shook her head, smiled, and extended her arms, which burst into bud. She stood at the center of a rapidly Marcifying plain. It was going to be a good day.

Publ. Daily Cabal 2007


Reread the first Amber pentalogy by Zelazny last week. Still a great pleasure, tho each time the dearth of important roles for women annoys me. A young woman would have to imagine herself as Corwin to really enjoy it.

Now I am reading Nevernight, by Jay Kristoff. Looks like a man's name, but viewpoint character is a woman. An assassin-in-training. omniscient narrator explains her peculiar world in footnotes. this approach is working so far. stay tuned


I have spent most of the week in bed, getting no exercise, so naturally, after staying awake past midnight, I was wide awake at 5 am, anaerobically exercising my arms. argh!

breathing easily
after waking too early
I should be grateful

Thursday, July 20, 2017


puppy is loose
and looking for fun
tired of guarding
an empty house