Uncreated Conscience

I have decided I need to add Michael Emerson to my family of adopted people I may or may not adore in the way gay men adore Judy Garland. So, I have Magical Uncle Neil Gaiman, Fairy Grandfather Ian McKellan, Storytellin’ Gramps Philip Pullman, and…I may have to relegate the actor playing Benry as…That Creepy [...]

My Magical Uncle rules: George R. R. Martin is not your bitch.

I have no idea where that expression came from. I’m not sure I want to know. There was a flurry of excitement this morning as the announcement that my magical uncle won the Newberry for The Graveyard Book came through. Nope, the novelty of working here has not yet worn off. This past weekend I [...]

Home again to freezing cold New York, a beautiful grey-black cat named Durp, a lovely roommate and her boyfriend, and my beautiful bedroom that so very badly needs to be vacuumed and the laundry washed. Ah, home. Last night I flew into JFK around 8:00pm with 700 new articles of clothing (courtesy of my parents) [...]

Sometimes I wish I were Maddy Gaiman. Except not really. Because then I would have that icky crush-on-your-own-father thing and while I secretly indulge in Romantic-Gothic brother/sister incest, the Daddy/Little Girl dynamic really just belongs in the bedroom. That aside, reasons to want to be Maddy Gaiman: She has the coolest dad in the world. [...]