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more than pizza…</description><title>PizzaGirl's Alter Ego</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @apizzagirl)</generator><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"’[…] The Poindexters are working on one from Earth to Mars, too, but don’t count..."</title><description>“’[…] The Poindexters are working on one from Earth to Mars, too, but don’t count on it anytime soon.  Every time they test it, somebody ends up crashing into the Sun.’
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;‘The Sun?’
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;‘The Sun.  Turns out it’s very hot and you die quickly.’
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;‘Sounds like Southern California.’”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Red Planet Noir&lt;/u&gt; by DB Grady pg 126&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/380133317</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/380133317</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 10:13:07 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"‘I’m going to bed,’ he said. ‘Wake me if we crash.  I’d like to see my..."</title><description>“‘I’m going to bed,’ he said. ‘Wake me if we crash.  I’d like to see my life flash before my eyes—parts of it, anyway.  At least the parts before I met you.’”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Red Planet Noir&lt;/u&gt; by DB Grady pg 121&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/378667402</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/378667402</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 15:37:09 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"‘In today’s lead story, first paragraph, and I quote,’ he said, reading:..."</title><description>“‘In today’s lead story, first paragraph, and I quote,’ he said, reading: ‘…&lt;i&gt;the intruder intended to quickly seize control…&lt;/i&gt;’
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He threw down the page.  ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I beseech you, a split infinitive? A split infinitive!  Earth is a cesspool of nuclear devastation and societal discord.  Must our world, too, be a world of disorder?  A world of split infinitives?’”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;O.W. Lime in &lt;u&gt;Red Planet Noir&lt;/u&gt; by DB Grady pg 100&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/376704191</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/376704191</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 15:22:07 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"They have shown us that every Martian bleeds red.  It is time we see what the Earthlings bleed."</title><description>“They have shown us that every Martian bleeds red.  It is time we see what the Earthlings bleed.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Red Planet Noir&lt;/u&gt; by DB Grady pg 92&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/376675396</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/376675396</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 15:05:01 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"One of those things.  Four years of watching ‘one of those things’ happen to his best..."</title><description>“One of those things.  Four years of watching ‘one of those things’ happen to his best friends left Silas resigned to mortality, but he still found the tears to shed for his daddy.  He shed them until he felt inside out.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Red Planet Noir&lt;/u&gt; by DB Grady pg 72&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/376599079</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/376599079</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 14:19:52 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"‘And the colonel was killed in the study with a revolver?’
‘Yes.’
‘Are..."</title><description>“‘And the colonel was killed in the study with a revolver?’
&lt;br/&gt;‘Yes.’
&lt;br/&gt;‘Are you sure you didn’t do it?’ I asked.
&lt;br/&gt;‘I’d have used a candlestick,’ he said.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;From &lt;u&gt;Red Planet Noir&lt;/u&gt; by DB Grade pg 21 —the point I knew that I’m going to have to loan this book to my roommate because she’ll love it.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/372645168</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/372645168</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 12:26:11 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"I always thought my first time approaching another planet would be inspiring and hopeful, but I felt..."</title><description>“I always thought my first time approaching another planet would be inspiring and hopeful, but I felt only queasy and edge-on.  I hated working cases out of town.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Red Planet Noir&lt;/u&gt; by DB Grady pg 10&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/369428331</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/369428331</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 16:58:48 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"‘I’m a dead man walking.’
Mahnmut continues looking at me with that dark metallic..."</title><description>“‘I’m a dead man walking.’
&lt;br/&gt;Mahnmut continues looking at me with that dark metallic strip instead of eyes.  Then he nods judiciously and kicks me—rather viciously—in the left shin.
&lt;br/&gt;‘God &lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; it!’ I cry, hopping on the other leg. ‘Why’d you do that?’
&lt;br/&gt;‘You seem alive to me,’ says the little robot.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ilium&lt;/u&gt; by Dam Simmons pg 641&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/369011359</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/369011359</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 11:34:38 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"‘It’s not your fault,’ said Orphu. ‘These deus ex machinas have a way of..."</title><description>“‘It’s not your fault,’ said Orphu. ‘These deus ex machinas have a way of sneaking up on us literary types.’”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;pg 544 of &lt;u&gt;Ilium&lt;/u&gt; by Dan Simmons&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/368891347</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/368891347</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 09:43:00 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"‘Is that where we’re going?’ asked Daemon.
‘No,’ said Savi...."</title><description>“‘Is that where we’re going?’ asked Daemon.
&lt;br/&gt;‘No,’ said Savi. ‘That’s Cyprus.  I lost my virginity there one thousand, four hundred and eighty-two years ago next Tuesday.’”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ilium&lt;/u&gt; Dan Simmons pg 516&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/367472150</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/367472150</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 15:30:33 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"[…]Daeman saw that they were following a smooth red-clay road through verdant fields of crops...."</title><description>“[…]Daeman saw that they were following a smooth red-clay road through verdant fields of crops.  There were black metal crosses rising above the level of the wheat and corn and sunflowers and flax out there in the dark, and, impaled on each cross, was what looked to be a pale, writhing, naked human body.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ilium&lt;/u&gt; by Dan Simmons pg 457&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/367232220</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/367232220</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 12:15:22 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"‘Father Zeus, how can you tear away my glory so?  How have I offended thee?  Not once—I..."</title><description>“‘Father Zeus, how can you tear away my glory so?  How have I offended thee?  Not once—I swear, not a single time!—have I passed a shrine of yours, not even on our ocean voyage here, but did I stop and burn the fat and thighs of oxen to &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; glory.  Our prayer was simple—to raze Ilium’s walls to its roots, kill its heroes, rape its women, enslave its people.  Is that too much to ask?’”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Agamemnon in &lt;u&gt;Ilium&lt;/u&gt; by Dan Simmons pg 385&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/367066730</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/367066730</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 09:46:15 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>1/31 Post-Jager Sunday Morning</title><description>&lt;a href="http://apizzagirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/131-post-jager-sunday-morning.html"&gt;1/31 Post-Jager Sunday Morning&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/365175455</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/365175455</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 08:49:39 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>1/30 Two Steps Back</title><description>&lt;a href="http://apizzagirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/130-two-steps-back.html"&gt;1/30 Two Steps Back&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/362503866</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/362503866</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jan 2010 21:59:05 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>1/28 1/29 RIP Bacon Bit</title><description>&lt;a href="http://apizzagirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/128-129-rip-bacon-bit.html"&gt;1/28 1/29 RIP Bacon Bit&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/361019447</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/361019447</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jan 2010 01:32:18 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Pizza Girls of the World, Unite!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://apizzagirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/pizza-girls-of-world-unite.html"&gt;Pizza Girls of the World, Unite!&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/358955987</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/358955987</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 21:20:44 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"Greg’s apartment was neat. He had no books, but there was a stack of DVDs rented from the..."</title><description>“Greg’s apartment was neat. He had no books, but there was a stack of DVDs rented from the library, on the coffee table by the couch. There was a gray kitten sleeping on a pet bed in the corner of the living room, curled up like a little slug. Justine admired the kitten as Greg told her darling facts about it, like its name and the fates of its siblings and which items it had destroyed, and then they were kissing and moving toward his bedroom in this clumsy backwards kissing tango. Justine hadn’t had sex with that many people, but she was accustomed to guys who had specific tastes and would try to pretend that they had just thought up those ideas (say, what if I were to come on your feet? Wouldn’t that be fun? Cool and different, right?). But Greg in bed was like his anonymous apartment and haircut, as forgettable as someone who might be a kindly serial killer.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“&lt;a href="http://www.strangehorizons.com/2009/20091207/bodies-f.shtml"&gt;Beautiful White Bodies&lt;/a&gt;” by Alice Sola Kim as published on Strange Horizons Fiction December 7, 2009&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/358516875</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/358516875</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 16:40:20 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>1/27 DON'T EAT THE CHEESESTICKS</title><description>&lt;a href="http://apizzagirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-thing-about-being-in-car-lot-of.html"&gt;1/27 DON'T EAT THE CHEESESTICKS&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/358152680</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/358152680</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 11:44:22 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"‘My mother was named Leda, called daughter of Night,’ she said in conversational tones,..."</title><description>“‘My mother was named Leda, called daughter of Night,’ she said in conversational tones, ‘and Zeus came to her and fucked her while he was in the shape of a swan — a huge, horny swan.’”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Helen of Troy in &lt;u&gt;Ilium&lt;/u&gt; by Dan Simmons pg 276&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/355397543</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/355397543</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 21:02:26 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"‘It doesn’t, gentle children.  Your fax portals don’t send you anywhere.  They..."</title><description>“‘It doesn’t, gentle children.  Your fax portals don’t send you anywhere.  They destroy you.  Rip you atom from atom.  They don’t even send the atoms anywhere, just store them until they’re needed by the next person faxing in.  You don’t &lt;i&gt;go&lt;/i&gt; anywhere when you’re faxed.  You just die and allow another you to be built somewhere else.’”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Savi in &lt;u&gt;Ilium&lt;/u&gt; by Dan Simmons pg 255&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/353209340</link><guid>http://apizzagirl.tumblr.com/post/353209340</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 16:36:12 -0600</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
