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December 31, 2004

Lights Out

And a happy new year to you all, assuming you're following the Gregorian calendar and not some other calendar system. And if you are, uh, just have a nice day.

I haven't come up with any precise goals for the new year, unless you count cleaning up my office. And the only real resolution I made was to stop leaving my dirty clothes on the bedroom floor. I'm sure some more will come to me. Ah, that's it! My resolution can be to come up with some goals and resolutions! Yes, that should buy me some time, uh, cover me, um, work nicely.

December 29, 2004

Bodies At Rest

In a strong contender for last editorial response of the year, a 76 day rejection from ASIM. I've still got several others that could come in right at the last second, but I'd say it's damned unlikely.

Do I have other things to say? No, not really. Haven't written anything in a while, as I find myself in a semi-vacationing state. Very soothing, it is. Instead what I've been doing is playing with my iPod. Whee!

December 28, 2004

A Link Just For Greg

Greg, if you haven't seen it: CephBase, a website about all things Cephalodish. Pictures, videos, and so forth.

December 27, 2004

Had Ourselves A Merry Little Christmas

Got lots of goodies, including: a gas grill from my in-laws, the Return of the King Extended DVD set (which we watched yesterday as part of an 11 hour Tolkien marathon), and the U2 edition iPod. Coulda knocked me over with a feather. And I think Paul has a picture of that moment, actually. Also clothes, action figures, books, and a fistful of Barnes and Noble gift cards.

I don't think I was this good. Oh, sure, I'm good, y'know, just not... good.

'Twas a wonderful holiday, but I'd say it's about over. Lisa goes back to work tomorrow, and the cats are starting to climb the tree. More and more ornaments from higher and higher up are on the floor when we get up each morning. Time to take the tree down before we find them scaling to the top, trying to get at the star.

December 26, 2004

Complete Exoneration On All Charges

Merry Christmas to you one and all, and here's hoping things are good with you and yours.

December 24, 2004

Hey Look, Carolers!

Open up your heart and let the Patrick Swayze Christmas in
We'll gather at the Roadhouse with our next of kin
And Santa can be our regular Saturday night thing
We'll decorate our barstools and gather round and sing
Oh, let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas this year!
Or we'll tear your throat out and kick you in the ear!

It's my way or the highway, this Christmas at my bar
I'll have to smash your kneecaps if you bastards touch my car!
I got the word that Santa has been stealing from the till
I think that that right jolly old elf better make out his will, ohh

Oh, let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas one and all
And this can be the haziest...
This can be the laziest...
This can be the Swayziest
Christmas of them aaallllllllll!

December 23, 2004

It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

With the holiday closing in at frightful speed, we're working hard to make certain when it goes off we'll be fully Kringled. For example, gift wrapping has finally been finished. Always a challenge, considering the difficulty in finding a box to fit in without giving what it is away. To the left you can see exhibit A, our gift to Lisa's sister Lisa J. Any guesses as to what it is?

That's right, it's a Tommy gun, complete with two extra ammo drums. Well done.

In other news, the missing gift is still unclaimed, and considering that last night's rain and wind made off with the signs, it seems unlikely anyone will call about it. I'll admit, I opened it up to see if I could figure out anything about the giver. It's a shirt & tie set, nice enough. But there's also a little box with a long, long, long handwritten note from a girl (the giver, I presume) to a boy (the givee). I didn't read it, but I caught enough of it to see that the relationship between the two is in trouble. There's also little tokens of affection (small paper hearts, etc.) mixed in. Just the sort of thing to make me feel guilty for opening it.

Of course, considering it was lying upside down in the middle of the street, there is the distinct possibility the receipient threw it out the window of his car (or school bus, I suppose) rather than open it. Guess I'll donate it to Goodwill, sans note. Ah, young love.

December 20, 2004

Book 'Em, Dano

Books, books, books. Got my contributor's copies of Scattered, Covered, Smothered today. Such handsome volumes! It's the prettiest fiction-poetry-anthology-cookbook I've ever been associated with. Also got a copy of Vera's Lords of Rainbow, (thank you, Vera!) a fantasy I've been eyeing for some time. Looking forward to reading it. And I managed to find a copy of The Adversary, so my copy of the Pliocene Exile is complete. Phew, closure.

Quiet at the library. Well, not as quiet as all that. The computers make a bit of a hum. It's a subtle kind of noise. You don't even notice it until the end of the day, as you're turning the machines off, one by one. Each screen that goes black, each glass eye that shuts, eases that pressure, lifts that weight that has sat upon you unknowingly.

Of course, that's when you can hear the books. They never stop whispering.

Reading: A brief pause from the Pliocene to read Tea with the Black Dragon, by R. A. MacAvoy.

December 18, 2004

Three Unrelated Things

Got a 20 day personal response from Strange Horizons (and also calling to my attention that I've not been completely following their guidelines in formatting. D'oh!).

Still no calls about the missing gift. Still plenty of time for a Christmas miracle, however.

Oh, and I saw Zell "I Heart Dueling" Miller little more than half an hour ago, coming out of our local Barnes & Noble, just as I was coming in. Failed to make eye contact, so I couldn't share my opinion of his recent move to Fox News, or the rest of his political stances over the last couple years. Ah well.

December 16, 2004

Careless Santa

Was walking out to get the paper this morning when I noticed Lisa, instead of driving on to work, had stopped in the visitor's parking across the street and started walking back to the house. Turned out there was a Christmas present lying in the middle of the street. No tag, but nicely wrapped. Fancy paper, etc. I have since put up a sign offering the classic "prove it's yours" challenge and my cell phone number. Hopefully someone will call. Not much sadder than losing a present you were planning on giving someone.

Last day of finals today. Library closes early. Whee!

Reading: In a fit of retroness, I've gotten hold of the first three books of Julian May's Saga of Pliocene Exile, a quadrology(?) I loved as a lad. If you've never read them, see if you can find 'em: it's epic fantasy rendered in science fiction. Time travel set up, plus aliens, psionics, and a host of other space opera goodies. Having finished the first book, The Many-Colored Land, I'm now hoping I'll find the last book before, well, I need it.

December 13, 2004

Recap

Well, it was a most excellent birthday. Took the day off from work, then went to Lisa's office Christmas party at the dotcom. Big shindig at a swanky hotel: live band, casino gambling, oyster bar. Not unlike having a big fancy party thrown for me, with me only knowing a couple of the guests. Still, big fun. Saturday my parents and brother came over and we had dinner, and Sunday my in-laws took me and Lisa out for breakfast. Got good presents, had good cake, and on the whole, it was the nicest birthday I can remember in quite a while. And thanks for everyone's birthday wishes. You're swell.

December 10, 2004

You Know The Song

Yes, today's the day. How old am I? Why, I'm as old as five seven-year-olds stacked atop each other. That's side to side, by the way. Head to toe would just be crazy. Plus, they'd be way too tall, collectively speaking.

As a librarian, I'd like to point out today's also the 153rd birthday of Melvil Dewey, inventor of the Dewey Decimal System, the first library classification system. It's an appropriate birthday for me to have, except that, as a university librarian, I'm strictly trained in Library of Congress and don't know a thing about the DDC. Ah well.

And as a writer, I also share my birthday with Emily Dickinson. It's her 118th. To quote Lisa Simpson, "she wrote some of the most beautiful poetry the world has ever known... then went crazy as a loon." Ah. True, true.

So, who wants cake?

Update: Ooh, Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory trailer now online. That looks delicious.

December 08, 2004

It's That Time Of Year

"Which of these computers has MS Word/Works/WordPerfect? I need to write my paper." All day long, all I'm hearing. Gah. Get away, you weasels! One more day of classes, then finals week and then all those pesky students will be gone gone gone!

Delicious Monster has figured out how I managed to crash Delicious Library, and even better, how to fix it. They're so smart. Me, I just cause trouble.

Oh, and are you people watching Lost? Since Buffy and Angel went off the air, it's my must-see weird SF TV. If you've been so foolish as to not have been tuning in, they're showing the pilot again next Wednesday. ABC, Dec. 15th, 8pm (7pm central), so now's your chance. Watch it, I'm not kidding.

Currently Reading: The Texas-Israeli War: 1999, by Howard Waldrop and Jake Saunders. Basic plot: President kidnapped by Texans seccessionists, rescued by Israeli mercenaries. Very early Waldrop. Very. Early. Extremely. Hoo.

December 06, 2004

This Post Has No Title

Weird Tales has come through with my contributor's copies (as seen to the left), altho' not yet payment. But still: whee! Poetical goodness! The most amusing thing about this poem to me is that, since it uses lines repeating throughout it, I actually made a spreadsheet to help me write it.

Also just got the SCS contract, which looks fine to me. No clauses demanding backrubs or foot massages from the author, which is good.

Finally, three websites of spec fic writerly interest. Fantasy: historical and political maps of Europe from year 1 to the year 1000. Science fiction: starships from movies, TV, books, drawn to scale. Horror: a charming database of torture & execution devices and methods. For bonus points, mix and match!

December 05, 2004

Space Coast

Back from a whirlwind trip to Melbourne, Florida (just south of Canaveral, part of the Space Coast!) for the wedding of Lisa's Aunt Sharon. Seemed like a lot happened, but aside from the wedding itself (which was lovely), most of it could be summed up as eating, taking pictures, and saying goodbye to various relatives. I said goodbye to Lisa's cousin Rachel three times. Not that it was unpleasant, but still. Long farewells at the reception, and then you see most of them the next morning at breakfast. Very odd.

Returned to find a couple of emails: one a 7 day rejection from Lenox Avenue, the other from Jason regarding minor edits for my Scattered story, all of which looked fine and/or reasonable to me.

Happily, my cold is gone. Unhappily, I need to start shopping for Christmas/Hannukah/Winter Solstice/Festivus.

Reading: On the trip I read Lewis Shiner's Deserted Cities of the Heart, and started on a YA book, Doctor Illuminatus: The Alchemist's Son, by Martin Booth.

December 02, 2004

Picky, Picky, Picky

So, I'm sitting on the sofa when Lisa looked over at me. "You still have a November picture of Gus up on your journal," she said.

"Yes. And?"

"And it's December."

"Well, I haven't updated yet. Nothing to report. Besides, I hadn't decided what picture to put up. I was thinking about one of the pictures of me struggling to put a Santa hat on Andy, with a caption like, ''Tis the Season to put hats on cats,' or something like that."

"You can't do that," she said. "They're not very good pictures." Actually, I think they're hilarious, as the expression on his face is the classic 'I will kill you all,' so popular among humiliated cats. But perhaps she has a point. And besides, it's fair to rotate the attention around. So this month I'll be giving props to Sylvia.

Update: And hey, there was something to report after all. 175 day rejection (brief, personal) from Say...