Psychedelic Socks

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Psychedelic Socks

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Muscle Memory is the Source of All Evil (Extra Spaces, Anyway)

When you type, how many times do you hit the space bar at the end of a sentence? Do you double tap or single tap? Two keystrokes or one?

A friend of mine sent me this link Space Invaders by Farhad Manjoo. The article made me think about my own space bar habits.

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Random sentences from my MG manuscript (STATE SECRET KEEPERS) with extra spaces…

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Not a Sweet Failure After All

Diana Beebe's Blog, Diana Beebe, science fiction, middle grade fantasy, fantasyThis weekend, I was inspecting that garden bed, where the sweet potatoes died and the volunteer celery is thriving. What did I see?

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Not a Sweet Failure After All

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When Time Traveling Can Predict the Future

Diana Beebe's Blog, Diana Beebe, science fiction, middle grade fantasy, fantasyI have a wacky sense about time and time traveling.

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Finally, My Own Place

I’m moving to my very own place! My whole life, I’ve never been on my own.  So now I’m going out on a limb.

I upgraded to my very own domain!

Mermaids Don’t Do Windows has moved to dianabeebe.com.

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It’s still needs some tweaking, since some of the widgets aren’t behaving as expected, but I’m pretty happy with it.

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Just Because…

Lately, I’ve had a few extra projects going on, and I’ve been away from Mermaids Don’t Do Windows.

To make it up to you, I give you CUTENESS:

Image by Amber West via WANA Commons

Image by Amber West via WANA Commons

I’m not owned by any cats now.  (Yes, I wrote that correctly. 🙂 )
Throughout high school, I was owned by a couple of hilarious and wonderful kitties.

My favorite cat was a wild kitten who found me at the shopping mall.

While my best friend, V, and I waited for her dad to pick us up, the most adorable speckled calico kitten walked up to me and mewed.

She was the sweetest thing ever. We played with her until my friend’s dad arrived, but then I couldn’t leave her. I scooped her up and brought her home.

“Mom, look what I found on the driveway!”
(Terrible lie, I know. I’ve since confessed to my family where the cat found me.)

This was absolutely the best cat that has ever owned me. Here’s why:

  • She made friends with our dog, who hated cats.
  • She purred all the time.
  • She let me bathe her and blow her dry with the hair dryer. She loved it.
  • She ambushed our ankles, but never used her claws.
  • She was my cat. When I walked into the room, no other humans in the house mattered to her.

Have you ever been owned by a great cat or other pet? What was the cutest thing your pet ever did?