Kelly McCullough writes fantasy, science fiction, and books for kids of varying ages. He lives in Wisconsin with his physics professor wife and a small herd of cats. His novels include the, WebMage and Fallen Blade series — Penguin/ACE, School for Sidekicks, Magic, Madness, and Mischief, and Spirits, Spells, and Snark — Feiwel and Friends/Macmillan. His short fiction has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies. He has Patreon and Ko-fi pages for those who are interested in supporting his work more directly. He also dabbles in science fiction as science education with The Chronicles of the Wandering Star — part of an NSF-funded science curriculum — and the science comic Hanny & the Mystery of the Voorwerp, which he co-authored and co-edited — funding provided by NASA and the Hubble Space Telescope. Kelly on Twitter, Facebook, G+, ello

Monday…ish Meows

November 13, 2019 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

Hey, I don’t think I’ve read that one…

Or dis one!

Dude, there aren’t any books up there.

Are you sure? Maybe out here? Also, what are a books?

I think I need a drink…

Fair, but I’m getting a bit old, so I’ll just be over here pretending to sleep.

 

 

 

Monday Meows

November 4, 2019 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

So, I’m going for a Nick Fury thing only with snot instead of a patch.

That is sooooo gross.

It is kind of disturbing, yeah. Why?

Hey, Gurl…

No. Just. No.

Wanna see my laser eyes?

Eeeeew!

I would rather eat this foot.

Me too, in fact…

Now, that works. Save me a toe!

 

 

Monday Meows (Belatedly)

October 30, 2019 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

Look, I iz a fuds!

I like fuds.

Did somebody says “fuds”?

You know, it’s possible I didn’t think that…mmm, yogurt.

Oh, my brother, I do worry about you.

Monday Meows

October 22, 2019 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

Vegetables, why did it have to be vegetables?*

Dude, that’s just gross.

I am judging your kitchen choices.

We hides from the veggie face. It burns us.

Screw vegetables, tonight I dine on tail!

I think you’re going to regret your life choices…

*Thanks Kim for guest kitty Diphthong O’Malley

Monday Meows

October 14, 2019 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

What do “highly caffeinated” mean?

Oh ghods.

Hold me.

This again? I shall be in fortress.

Who needs a fortress when you’ve got monkey knees.

You haz fuds. I like fuds!

I can’t believe I ate the whole thing…

He’ll live. He might not enjoy it, but he’ll live.

 

 

 

 

 

Monday Meows

September 30, 2019 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

How do I know I don’t like olives if you won’t let me try them?

Because you’re a cat. And it’s beneath your dignity. Obviously.

Don’t be so sure of that.

Hey, I’m the picture of dignity!

What are a cat?

You are all an embarrassment!

Whatever, lady, I’ve got gaps to leap, people to see. Cars to steal.

Cars to steal?

Yes, let me show you it.

Dis one.

OOOH, WANT!

Monday Meows

September 23, 2019 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

Having defeated an entire pack of swimsuits, I sleep at peace.

Swimsuits, huh? You’re not tough till you’ve handled children’s toys.

There is something seriously wrong with both of you.

Conference clothes are the only true prey for a feline murder beast.

Hah! I kill entire posts with my mighty floofs!

There is really something wrong with them.

You may have a point, my brother.

Because the foofy orange caterpillar of death is the perfect prey!

I’m honestly sorry I started this whole thing. I retreat to my castle.

Monday Meows

September 17, 2019 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

Iz tired, dis totally comfortable, I swearz!

Yeah, not only do I not believe you, neither do you. Dis comfortable.

No, dis!

Amateurs.

Aches and Pains and Privilege

September 12, 2019 in About Kelly, Musings

I have a great orthopedist who has done wonders for me over the years including three knee surgeries, diagnosing my labrum tear and brachial tendonitis, and various other odds and ends.

I have incurred quite a few injuries over the years because I’m very physically active, both in terms of doing things like major house projects and on the exercise side with running, weightlifting, biking, punching bag work, and a dozen or so other fitness regime elements. I’ve torn cartilage, pulled muscles, broken bones, etc. The current crop includes a couple of lightly fractured knuckles, fading brachial tendonitis from last summer, tennis elbow, and a spot of carpal tunnel, all of which requires a daily PT regime. It sounds worse than it is, and now that I’m done with the heavy house reconstruction stuff until next spring, most of it should clear up in a few weeks.

My injuries had me ruminating on privilege today while I was cleaning up from the demolition work I just finished in the storeroom. I was feeling a bit on the stiff and sore side as I was hauling bags of broken plaster up the stairs. You see, when I say that I have a great orthopedist, it elides a couple of things. One, obviously, is the privilege of good insurance.

Another, much subtler, issue is that I have an orthopedist who is great for me but who might not work as well for everyone. I think the fact that he’s an excellent surgeon and diagnostician will work pretty well for all of his patients. His manner, maybe not as much. He’s brusque and smart and he doesn’t pull punches about what he thinks you need to do, or risks and potential for recovery. That works well for me, but I’m a middle-aged, cis, white guy who has always been taken seriously by my medical professionals.

I know that I will be listened to and respected simply because of who I am and how I project myself. I know that the reason he is being brusque with me is because he’s brusque, not because he’s reacting negatively to some part of my identity. I know it’s not personal. Not all of his patients have that privilege. I also have the benefit of arriving at his office for an appointment without having to first plow through a bunch of institutional and societal barriers that might cause me to be worn down beyond the injuries that brought me there. I arrive without the baggage that might make it harder for me to handle someone telling me what I need to do in a not particularly gentle way. I have a great deal more patience for this particular bit of mild friction in the machinery of my life simply because I have so much less friction everywhere else.

It’s a thing I always remember when I recommend my orthopedist. I tell people he’s a really good doctor, and a good surgeon, and I recommend him very highly, but I always note that his bedside manner is definitely not for everyone. I also try to remember that part of why he works so well for me is because the cultural baggage that I bring with me everywhere I go is a lot lighter than that carried by so many of those around me.

Monday Meows, But on a Tuesday, Oooh!

September 10, 2019 in Cat Things, Friday Cat Blogging, Pets and other friends

Look what gramma got us!

 

 

Guys, I’m a little bit uncertain about change, Ima be over here.

Arrrrr! I is Boudicca the bold brave queen of the climby thing!

For now, dear, for now.

Me and my conflict averse butt will be over here.

You’re not my real monkey aaaand you didn’t bring me a climby thing.

Homph!*

*Diphthong O’Malley courtesy of Kim and Jonny