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March 29, 2007

John! Paul! George! Ringo! Zombies!

More movies I wished they'd made: A Hard Day's Night of the Living Dead. It almost but not quite edges out Zombie West Side Story. Music is much better, tho'.

Reading: Code of the Woosters, by Wodehouse.

March 26, 2007

Here From Totleigh Towers

There's apparently been some concern that I haven't updated here in a while. Perhaps I'm dead in a ditch somewhere, or at least trapped under something heavy, like the fridge, or Andy. Well, have no fear. I am not dead yet. But since I have been quiet for a while, maybe I should provide some updates.

* Ian's nine-month checkup was last Monday, and all went well. He is truly a young giant, measuring in at just over 32 inches in height, making him taller than 97% of all other babies. This also makes him the same height as actor Verne Troyer, AKA Mini-Me. By an interesting coincidence, Mr. Troyer's first movie part was as a stunt double for a nine-month-old baby on the movie Baby's Day Out, a John Hughes film you've almost certainly never heard of.

In other Ian news, the boy will be moved up to the next class on April 2nd. Big day for him: older kids, more to do, and generally improved possibilities.

* I sent in my SFWA ballot, since some of the races now actually have two candidates. So nice to see democracy in action.

* With the exception of a single story that had been requested for a rewrite (but lost in transit and resent eventually, hopefully not becoming lost again), my meager handful of stories are all in right now. They're just sitting around the place, drinking and harrassing the cats like manuscripts will.

* We're gonna put up a fence in the backyard, as a first step towards letting the lad go free-range, if he so desires.

* I read a book! Hey, that's kind of an accomplishment for me these days. Wodehouse's How Right You Are, Jeeves. It's amazing how I can now hear the dulcet tones of Stephen Fry as I read Jeeves's lines. He's in my head!

March 16, 2007

Because I Can't Resist

March 15, 2007

Spirit Of Radio

The boy's nine months old today. Lisa and I took some pictures of him, as the last batch were a little dated. Here's one for your amusement:


God, he already looks like he's about six years old. How does he do that?

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My friend Cheryl (hi, Cheryl!) pointed me in the direction of an interesting site: LibriVox. They're sort of an audiobook version of Project Gutenberg, with public domain works read and recorded and freely available for download. Gonna get myself a little Lovecraft, a little Dunsany, a little Twain for the iPod. Culture up, people.

And in other spoken-word news, the fearless Greg van Eekhout did an interview with blogradio Dork Forest, talking about his writing and his fascination with uber-Canadian band Rush. It's a double bill with filmmaker Chris Mancini, so skip ahead to the halfway point for Gregishness.

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And finally: John Scalzi is offering himself as a write-in candidate for SFWA President, to give unopposed candidate Michael Capobianco some competition. That is interesting.

March 14, 2007

3.14159Apple26535

Today is Pi Day (American Observation), so everyone keep that in mind when ordering dessert later, okay?

Mmm, 22/7...

March 13, 2007

I Can't Say I've Ever Been This Bored

Things to do at home when you're bored. And have access to various bits of athletic gear.

March 12, 2007

Twilight Time

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Count-Palatine Jon the Crepuscular of Porton Down
Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Next stop, House of Lords.

Reading: The President's Vampire: Strange-but-True Tales of the United States of America, by Robert Damon Schneck.

March 09, 2007

Housekeeping

Sitting around the house, waiting for a plumber to show up. We appear to have a leak coming from the vicinity of the dishwasher. It's a recent development, but the water was enough to have screwed up the flooring right in front of it, dang it all. Maybe after it gets fixed we'll put a rug in front of it, or something.

And as I sit around waiting, in writerly housekeeping news, I followed up on a couple stories that were way overdue, only to discover one had indeed been rejected, and the other (a rewrite from July) had never been received. Sigh. It's sad when both kinds of mail let you down.

To make up for this, June is sitting in my lap as I sit in front of the computer. I feel like Dr. Evil holding Mister Bigglesworth. And now to unleash my giant robot hedgehogs with laser eyes upon the Post Office! Muhahahahahah!

Update: And it's a leaky pump. Now the new question: repair or replace the dishwasher? Ah, the joys of home ownership.

March 07, 2007

Can't Keep A Marketable Character Down

They snuffed Captain America? Even tho' he's yet another Marvel character who'll be getting his own movie?

Hm. Seems suspicious.

In other news, Serbian vampire hunters drove a three-foot stake through Slobodan Milosevic's heart, apparently just in case.

And in other other news, they're making a documentary about Harlan Ellison. With Robin Williams, of all people.

March 06, 2007

Where Arkhamites Spend Their Summers

Gotta keep an eye out for those Spanish Deep Ones: "The Strange Lovecraftian Statuary of Puerto Vallarta." Those pictures are awesome.

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It's currently Spring Break at our fine institution, which makes the library all nice and peaceful. Except for the fact that they're replacing the flooring in the halls that lead to the bathrooms on all four floors, so I have to go downstairs three flights to the basement. No, that's no trouble at all. And don't suggest a mayonnaise jar, 'kay? I ain't Monty Burns channeling Howard Hughes.

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I haven't written anything worth keeping in months. That ain't right. Time for a change.

Reading: Couple things, actually. The Silent House, by Ed Greenwood, and Greetings & Other Stories, by Terry Bisson.

March 02, 2007

Paging Walter Gilman

Is it just me, or does the Great Dirhombicosidodecahedron sound like the name of a Great Old One? Kind of looks like one, too. As frazzled grad students of mathematics slave over impossible formula, it slips through their mistakes to carry them away to the 1280th dimension, where, y'know, bad stuff happens.

March 01, 2007

This Just In

The photo op with the Killer Rabbit went well, I'm happy to report. There was no chewing, biting, scratching, crying, beheading, or any other sort of unseemly or antisocial behavior. The bunny, Cookie, was a total pro.

That is all. Return to your daily lives.