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The game is up ....

Slightly Psychic Paper: April Fools!

As many of you suspected, yesterday’s top news story, “No Neil Gaiman Episode for Season Six,” was merely an April Fool’s Day joke.

I have a long history of April Fool’s Day jokes, and they get harder and harder to pull of every year, with an increasingly sophisticated Internet audience. This time, the best I was hoping for was that whoever read it would at least be given a moment’s pause — that you might stop and think, “Wait a second, what if this is real … ?”

This is easily the most elaborate prep work I’ve ever done for one of these Jokes — not only coming up with a fake news story, but putting together this entire fake news site just to back it up. That was a fun challenge.

(Apologies to any of the legitimate Doctor Who news sites out there whose posts I ruthlessly pillaged, reformatted, and rewrote to flesh out the archives of the site to give it a semblance of credibility. Sources included: Doctor Who News, Doctor Who Online, Doctor Who Spoilers, Doctor Who Zone, Gallifreyan Embassy, Kasterborous Doctor Who News, KTEH Doctor Who Blog, Life, Doctor Who & Combom, TARDIS Newsroom, The Doctor Who News Page, and The Who-Philes. These are all great sites, and if you’re looking for actual information you should check them out.)

I hope it gave you a laugh. And if nothing else — at least it’s not as terrible as what I did last year

Michael Montoure (icebluenothing)

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Merchants of Deva: The END OF LINE CLUB

Help the MERCHANTS OF DEVA come back to Norwescon!

The MERCHANTS OF DEVA, a once constant fixture at Norwescon, haven't thrown a party there since 2007. We want to come back and do another big room party at Norwescon this year, on April 23rd. We've come up with theme for it that we're pretty excited about. In honor of TRON: LEGACY, we've reserved the suite on the top floor of the party wing to turn it into one of the movie's signature locations -- THE END OF LINE CLUB. We've got a Daft Punk-influenced music set lined up for you, we know how we want to pull off the decorations -- all we need is you.

We get about 500 people through our doors at these parties, and in order to rent the suite, and come up with enough food and alcohol for everyone, we need to raise $2,500.

We're over halfway there, but we need your help!

Make your pledge at:

Spread the word. Fight for the users. We'll see you at the con.
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Halfway out of the dark..

Spending a quiet New Year's Eve at home by myself for a change. I've never done this, not once since I turned eighteen, so far as I can remember, and it feels almost decadent to do so in a way I can't quite explain. Also, honestly, I had such a good time on my birthday (thank you, everyone!) that going out and partying tonight just seems somehow redundant to me.

Instead, I think I'm starting a new tradition -- since my birthday is a time when I get gifts from other people, and Christmas is a time I focus on giving gifts to other people -- I think New Year's is going to become the time when I give gifts to myself. Namely, things I've been wanting and needing and will make my life better, that I haven't managed to get around to buying until now.

This year, it's a snazzy set of computer speakers -- one of my old speakers died a couple years back, and I've been limping along on the remaining speaker all this time -- and a cordless, illuminated keyboard. See, I don't have a desk -- my computer's in the living room, with my monitor on a laptop stand, and I lounge around on my couch while on-line. And I've developed a bad habit of using it in the dark, and trying to type with just the light from the monitor has been getting increasingly tiresome. I'm curled up with the keyboard in my lap, happy as a clam. (Not that I understand why clams are said to be particularly happy.)

I'll still be joining you all in a champagne toast at midnight, from the comfort of home.


I haven't posted much here in a long time, not anything important, anyway. In 2009, I had things going on in my life I didn't really want to face or reflect on. 2010 was mainly about recovering from that, finding my bearings, and starting to build a new life for myself. And now I've reached the end of this year and I want to look back on it, and I realize I miss having a written record like this one to help with that. So I think I'll be posting a little more from now on.

This New Year's Eve finds me looking forward to the coming year with hope and light and enthusiasm, in a way I haven't felt at New Year's in a long time. I can only wish the same to you and yours, and I'll see you all again when the calendar turns the page.

(Crossposted from, since I don't really support LiveJournal anymore. Come join us at Dreamwidth! You can comment there using your LJ account or other OpenID provider.)
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This friday, December 10th, is my fortieth birthday! I'm having a party at the very lovely POST in the Market, and I'd love to see as many of you there as possible. I've reserved the whole booth area from 9:00pm onward. Dress all fancy-like and come help me start off my new decade in style!
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Wayward Coffeehouse
8570 Greenwood Ave N,
Seattle WA 98103

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Wayward Coffeehouse presents their annual Halloween horror reading, once again bringing you two authors, to lead you twice as far into the dark.

JENNA M. PITMAN ( has been writing for Seattle area publications since 2007. Her work has appeared in "The Seattle Sinner," "Revenant Magazine Online," and "Planet Lovecraft." Her stories are featured in the anthologies "Night Terrors," "The Undead Nation" and the upcoming "Rock and Roll Is Dead."

MICHAEL MONTOURE ( is the author of "Counting from Ten and Other Stories," available from Stone Pine Press. His fiction has also appeared in "Doctor Who: How the Doctor Changed My Life." "Montoure's spare, striking prose outlines characters in deliciously twisted predicaments ..." -- Seattle Weekly
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Hey there. Just a quick note to say, I've been weeding out my friends list lately, as part of an ongoing effort to minimize the time I'm spending on LiveJournal. If you're one of the people I've removed, please don't take offense -- it doesn't mean I don't love you any more, it just means I have less and less time for this place anymore. Cheers.

(You might ask, why not just create a filter for the journals I'm actually reading? Simple -- I don't want anyone *thinking* I'm still reading their journal, if I'm actually not.)
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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
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Two Horror Readings: October 30 and October 31, 2009

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Friday, October 30, 8-10pm: Wayward Coffeehouse presents their annual Halloween horror reading, this time with two authors, to lead you twice as far into the dark.

ANGEL LEIGH McCOY ( is a game reviewer, game designer, and the head editor for the Wily Writers Speculative Fiction Downloads site. Her fiction has appeared in the anthologies "Ravens in the Library" and "Vile Things."

MICHAEL MONTOURE ( is the author of "Counting from Ten and Other Stories," available from Stone Pine Press. His fiction has also appeared in "Doctor Who: How the Doctor Changed My Life." "Montoure's spare, striking prose outlines characters in deliciously twisted predicaments ..." -- Seattle Weekly

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Saturday, October 31, 8-10pm: Come enjoy terrifying stories about everyone's most basic need, at the grand opening of THE NIGHT KITCHEN, the restaurant that's finally bringing high quality late night food to downtown Seattle. (

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Defying gravity.

Well, that was one heck of a decent weekend, if by "weekend" you mean some arbitrary number of days toward the end of the week which might begin on, say, Thursday, when windbourne took me to a preview screening of Zombieland, which is now, seriously, one of my favorite movies ever. Even though I spent most if thinking, "You poor bastards couldn't get Michael Cera, huh?" 'Cause the lead character is totally a Michael Cera character, even if he was in fact played by Jesse Eisenberg. But, yeah, this movie is all kinds of fun.

Friday I didn't really do anything, except finally try Bluefin, which was both surprisingly good and startlingly over-priced.

Saturday, retcon and I went down to the Puyallup Fair. Slightly cornball idea, but we could both stand to get out of the house, so I thought I'd suggest it. We had a great time. I went with the intention of going on rides that were outside of my comfort zone, and that was kind of awesome. (Riff, on seeing me hook my glasses in my shirt collar: "You might want to put those in your pocket. This ride goes upside-down." Me: "Oh, okay -- wait, what?") We ate Inappropriate Food and walked around looking at stupid shopping-channel type crap and at animals. Although we didn't spend long looking at the horses, because we both lack the genetic component that makes you interested in horses. Namely, a double-X chromosome.

Afterwards, we went and did a little thrifting, to prepare for going out to the Mercury for "Class", a school-themed night. Riff put together basically an Angus Young outfit, a look that worked way, way better for him than it really should. I grabbed some black shorts, a red plaid tie and a gray sweater-vest, and in a stroke of what modesty forbids me from admitting was pure genius, a couple of Cliff's Notes.

I went home and finished the outfit off with some tall boots, a white button-down shirt, a gray blazer with a school-uniform-looking patch on it, and various pins and badges. I looked adorable. I spent the evening clutching the books to my chest like a shield and cringing and apologizing for being in the way. I didn't think it was possible to have that much fun being anxious and socially awkward. I was threatened by bullies, unsuccessfully hid my cigarette from teachers, and had a cute girl tell me she'd pay me to write a paper for her. It was so. Much. Fun. I can't even tell you.

Then on Sunday, Ahna and I went to see the Pet Shop Boys. And right now, you're just mildly thinking, "Oh, right, that band who did West End Girls, oh, that's nice," and that's because you haven't been to one of their concerts. They put on an amazing stage show, with multiple costume changes and dancers with insanely great choreography and digitally-projected computer animation and -- it's more performance art than just "a concert". A full-on spectacle. You totally need to go the next time they come through town.

.... And the weekend's not over yet, apparently. Tomorrow night, I'm going to go see "Wicked" again, this time with elocinnuala, which is going to be awesome.