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June 28, 2003


Yep, things happen fast around here. Today brought an 8 day rejection from Alchemy, and yesterday a 7 day personal rejection from the Magazine of Speculative Poetry for a poetry trio (Asimov's, however, is not speedy: took 'em 162 days for them to shoot me down on one poem. 162 days! And then I only got the "Dear Poet" form). There was the speeding ticket I got yesterday ('twas a fair cop, but society is to blame; limit drops 10 miles on one section of road, and whaddya know, that's where he tagged me). And then there's the Internet, the speediest of them all. Yes, our DSL modem arrived and now the net's all quick quick quick, not the slow water torture that our dial-up modem connection had been for the past three years! So satisfying. It's almost like I have to learn how to enjoy the Internet all over again. Almost.

Recent Read: Gaiman's Coraline. Another quick read.

June 24, 2003


Ah, sweet computer envy. Not that we can afford it. Or really even need it (altho' Gandalf the Grey has been getting wonky; perhaps it's time to upgrade to Gandalf the White). But it's nice to dream.

Otherwise things have calmed down from Friday's excitement. But Sunday was good: got to meet Myke Cole in person (he was in town on business). Interesting guy, good conversation, and he bought me breakfast, which is an easy way to get on my good side.

Recently Read: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, just like several hundred thousand other people. Also, in a more refined vein, the Tim Powers short fiction collection Night Moves and Other Stories, as part of David's recommended therapy. But I'd read it anyway; Tim's stuff is fun.

June 20, 2003


Quite a day today. Email brought me the contracts for "Evening with the Minotaur," a note of praise for Plush Cthulhu from a famed SF author (note: I hereby promise to write the second one Real Soon Now), and the news that I've sold another poem! "The Laundromat Advances the Plot," will appear in the ubercool spec fic webzine Strange Horizons. And the payment, incidentally, will cover the cost of my last tire patching. Ha! Screw you, road debris!

Mind you, I didn't learn any of this until lunch. I'm off today (since I have to work Saturday), so I was spending my morning giving platelets. It's very relaxing: a movie, a warm blanket, nowhere to go for two hours, all the juice & cookies you want afterwards, plus that sense of moral smugness you get from doing something to help others. While it's true that karma cannot be earned but only portioned out by the cosmos, that's not going to stop me from trying.

Recently Read: Well, finished Stories of Your Life, which I did enjoy. Chiang's reputation is quite understandable. Curiously, my first reaction on finishing "Hell Is the Absence of God" was that God in this story is definitely Old Testament: a grade A bastard. Other reads include Louis Sachar's Holes (now a major motion picture!), Basil Copper's The Great White Space, and Bellwether, by Connie Willis. Apparently I've read Bellwether before, tho' I didn't think so when I picked it up. Very familiar, tho'. Tonight Lisa and I will slog down to Barnes & Noble to pick up our pre-ordered copy of Harry Potter and the Gigantic Publishing Event, which should be fun. Besides, I enjoy observing large crowds of sleep-deprived youngsters that I'm not ethically or financially responsible for. Until then, I'm currently reading another classic, T. H. White's Mistress Masham's Repose.

Ten Minutes Later: Why, even more goodness! Snail mail brings my contributor's copy of Random Planets: A Scifaiku Odyssey, the (apparently renamed) poetry collection from Sam's Dot Publishing to whom I sold "We meet in dark LANs..." a couple months back, as well as payment for said poem! In cash! Ha! Screw you, IRS! Also the annual water quality report from the county! Ha! We can drink the water!

It is a good day. And maybe I've had too much caffeine.

June 17, 2003

Road 2, Tires 0

Why, it's my second flat tire in two weeks. Anyone ever play Car Wars? Because these days I'd be very interested in buying a set of plasticore tires.

June 16, 2003

No Action With The Lady

Ah, today it's a 59 day brief rejection from Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet. Always something (except on the days when it's nothing).

This weekend was lovely. Grilled steaks for the folks (and used the leftover meat in a soup tonight). Most interesting moment was when Dad came into the living room holding my copy of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Vol. I. Then he sat down on the sofa and read it. As it turns out, he and Mom can't wait for the movie. Parents. Sometimes they'll surprise you.

June 14, 2003


Ha - got paid for a poem of mine, "Last Night," which'll appear in Fables.org in the fall. Mind you, it's not a lot of money, but it'll buy me a couple bottles of Coke, and that's satisfying enough.

It's the weekend of an established holiday (Father's Day, if you didn't know, and shame if you didn't), so you know what that means: yep, it's a social whirlwind of family time! Today lunch with Lisa's parents at the Cheesecake Factory, tomorrow my parents over for dinner. Sadly, this also means we have to clean the house. Cursed domestic routine!

June 13, 2003

Pass From SciFi.com

Why, a story rejection in the post! Hard copy, that is. Can't remember the last time I got an actual letter, as opposed to an email. Been a while. Yes, it's a 45 day form rejection from the mightiest of the markets, SciFi.com. Passed without comment.

Otherwise, it's idle days here.

Recently read: That classic of books, Dracula, a story told entirely through the use of diaries, letters, and journals, something most people don't realize, thanks to the movies. Next I plan on reading Ted Chiang's collection, Stories of Your Life. Keep having people tell me it's good, or something along those lines.

June 11, 2003

Happy Birthday

Today is my sweetie's birthday. Express some good wishes to her, whydontcha?

June 09, 2003

All Systems Go

Well, I've recovered from Wednesday. My mother-in-law got out of the hospital this morning, and she seems more or less okay (and my and Lisa's sincere thanks to everyone who expressed concern). Got my tire patched and the leak taken care of, so all seems well.

Went and saw Finding Nemo, which I'm pleased to report is as cute as everyone says, despite the children's cartoon genre's insistance on single parents only. What's up with that?

Current Reading: The Lawrence Watt-Evans story collection, Crosstime Traffic. It's swell.

June 04, 2003

Oy, What A Day

The alternative title for this entry would be "That's J-O-N, not J-O-B," but that might be overly dramatic. However, it was a very long day. I'm now going to whine at you, so you may want to come back later. I promise to post something a little chippier tomorrow. Or maybe Friday. But at any rate, today featured:

  • My having to teach an instruction session (it went fine, but they make me nervous, so I spent the morning more than a little agitated)

  • A phone call from my sweetie, informing me that her mother has been admitted to the hospital. She's still there. Not sure of the prognosis, as this problem is a recurring one with her.

  • A story rejection (a very polite personal one, spot-on as to the problem with the tale, but still a no. Don't worry, dude, we're still cool).

  • The high point: twenty minutes after I got home, I walked into the hall to notice water dripping from the hall smoke detector. That was quickly followed by all the smoke detectors going off at once (causing the cats to vanish), thanks to a water leak in my attic (a drainage pipe from the air conditioner got somehow screwed up). I had to flip the breakers, pull the batteries from all the detectors, and finally unhook them, then followed by trying to clean up the water in the attic. Spots on the floorboard, and a big roll of spare carpet was soaked. Three towels ruined in this process, as well as many many papertowels. I'm now waiting for everything to dry out and praying that there's not much water in the walls. Otherwise there'll be mold.

  • Oh, and my car is currently sitting in the garage with a flat tire, thanks to my running over a nail from the construction site next door. Brand new tires, by the way.
So. Like I said, come back later.